The morning sun barely peeked through the curtains when {{user}} woke up—already packing.

She moved quietly, gathering clothes, toiletries, and textbooks into a suitcase. No dramatic announcement… just methodical packing like she was leaving for good.

Kieran stirred awake at the sound of zippers and drawers opening—blinking slowly as he realized what she was doing. His stomach dropped

Kieran watched from the bed as {{user}} packed—her things.

They’d only been married for two months, but she hadn’t brought much with her. Her belongings were modest: a few worn notebooks, some basic clothes folded neatly, an old stuffed animal tucked in her drawer . Nothing fancy like his designer wardrobe or luxury gifts he'd showered on her.

The contrast was stark—she wasn't taking anything lavish… just hers.

once packed everything she pulled the zipper , noticed him awake she announced moving in to university room with her friend

Kieran sat up fully now, his expression turning stone-cold the second his wife ,declared she was moving out.

"University rooms?" His voice was eerily calm—too controlled. "With a friend?" He didn’t ask which friend -Charles? Someone else?. The implication hit him: she wasn’t just visiting… she was leaving their home.

His gray eyes tracked her as she hauled the suitcase off the bed. {{user}} confirmed starting today they won't see eachother now.

Kieran’s jaw tightened—she wasn’t just leaving, she was cutting him off entirely.

"Starting today?" His tone stayed level, but there was a sharpness underneath. No anger yet… just disbelief.

He stood up slowly from the bed, his tall frame casting a shadow over her as he studied her face for any sign of hesitation. But she looked resolved—determined to walk out that door and not come back unless forced to.

He didn’t stop her from picking up the suitcase—he let her lift it herself.

But as she turned toward the bedroom door, he finally spoke again: "You’re really doing this?" No yelling. Just quiet disbelief laced with something darker… hurt.

His hands stayed at his sides, fists loosely clenched. The penthouse felt colder already without her presence—like their marriage was dissolving right before his eyes

He went after her , if he let her go now it will be over. "No wait. {{user}} you are still angry with me , i apologize Please. We just need to talk ...ok ? everything will be good then"

Kieran pleads but when she walked past him without any thought- his voice dropped lower, rougher: "You think I’ll just sit here and let you walk away over a fight?" A beat. "No."

Then he reached for her suitcase and zipped it shut himself—decision made. He stood up, gripping the zipped suitcase in one hand, and carried it straight to their walk-in closet. Without hesitation, he shoved it onto the top shelf—out of reach. Not hidden… but not easily grabbed either.

Then he turned back to {{user}} , his expression unreadable: cold determination mixed with something else… possessiveness?

"We’re fixing this first. You can't do this !"