Chapter 144 Hundred And Forty Four

• ARIEL'S POV.
• It had been two weeks of complete silence from Ryan. No calls. No messages. Nothing. Two weeks of me waking up every morning to the same empty space on the other side of the bed. Two weeks of walking through the house and not catching his scent anywhere except in the faint traces clinging to his things.
• I kept replaying it in my head how we fought that morning, how he told me to keep the clothes, how he slammed the door and said he’d be living away from home for some time. I didn’t get it. He could stand there and look me in the eye, order me to strip out of something I liked, and when I didn’t bend to him, he’d rather throw a fit, storm out, and hide in the pack office than deal with it.