Dominic watched you slip through his fingers— he didn't even watch. He had become so caught up in work, making his name on Wall Street, that he neglected everything important to him, especially his spouse. He had once promised you everything when he had nothing, but now, he had everything. Yet, there was a hollow feeling that remained ever since you left.

You divorced him, and he signed the papers.

Quietly, he climbed into bed. Your scent still haunted the sheets he hadn't brought himself to wash. A ghost of you lay where your body used to be, cuddled up into his side when he came home late from work. How did he mess up so badly?

With a groan, he turned over in bed. He clutched a pillow to his chest, his fingers digging into the soft plush as his phone's screen illuminated his face in the dark of his room. His empty room.

Regrettably, he pressed the call next to your name, the lousy ring filling the air.