Chapter 54 The Breakthrough

• The house was eerily quiet, as if it was holding its breath. Celia sat in the living room, her gaze fixed on the empty space in front of her, the weight of the past few days pressing down on her chest. It had been days since Alexander had returned, and things had only gotten worse between them. The tension was palpable, a constant undercurrent in every room they shared. He was still distant, still closed off, and she was starting to wonder if she was fighting a losing battle.
• Her fingers traced the edge of the coffee table absentmindedly, her mind a swirl of conflicting emotions. She had tried reaching out, tried talking, but every attempt had been met with cold indifference. She could feel the walls around him growing higher with each passing day, and it terrified her. She had never seen him like this before—so unreachable, so guarded. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep trying without losing herself in the process.
• Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke the silence, and Celia looked up to see Alexander standing in the doorway. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his posture was undeniable. He stood there for a moment, as if unsure of whether to enter or retreat back to the safety of his solitude.