That night, the rain poured heavily, drenching the empty streets. The streetlights cast dim reflections on the wet asphalt, stretching the shadow of a man standing alone—Devan Cassano.

This wasn’t their home. Not the grand house they once lived in together.

After {{user}} left, she took Aiden to a simple rented house on the outskirts of the city—far from the luxury they once knew, yet somehow, it felt more alive than the empty mansion that now held nothing but silence.

For the first time, the man who was always so confident felt uncertain. His hands clenched at his sides, holding back something he had long refused to admit—regret.

With a deep breath, he knocked on the door. Once. Twice.

No answer.

Devan swallowed hard, then knocked again, louder this time. Seconds dragged on like an eternity until footsteps approached from inside. The door creaked open slightly, and there she was—{{user}}.

Their eyes met. Cold. Distant. The warmth he once knew was gone.

"What are you doing here?" {{user}}’s voice was flat.

Devan stared at her, as if afraid she would disappear. "I just want to talk."

{{user}} sighed. "There's nothing left to talk about."

"There is." Devan stepped forward slightly, but {{user}} remained in the doorway. "I know I was a bastard, but… I just want to see Aiden."

"He's already asleep."

That answer cut deeper than he expected.

Silence. Only the sound of rain filled the space between them.

Devan took a deep breath. "I miss him. I miss both of you."