He decided to leave, and as he slammed the door behind him, Rena's words echoed in his mind. ©

Back in the master bedroom, he took a shower to calm himself.

As he removed his coat, he thought about the hair on it.

Without hesitation, he discarded the coat into the trash can.

But when he opened the closet in the cloakroom, he was taken aback. Half of the closet, where their clothes used to hang together, was now empty. The absence of her beautiful dresses made him realize the depth of the divide between them.

Rena had moved all her things away, leaving only his suits and shirts behind.

At that moment, Waylen's realization hit him like a wave crashing onto the shore. Rena wasn't joking.

Yes, she was still living under the same roof as the Fowler family.

However, their marriage had become nothing more than a facade, held together only by their two children.

As he washed his face and shaved, he couldn't help but touch his own reflection in the mirror.

He silently wondered if Rena still felt anything when she looked at him.

Despite residing in the same house, they barely crossed paths.

Rena deliberately avoided him, retreating to her own space whenever he spent time with

Alexis.

Even during Marcus’ nursing sessions, she politely asked him to leave, treating him like a stranger.

One night, Waylen offered to prepare milk for Alexis.

As he pushed the door open, he saw Rena sitting there, calm and composed. The soft glow of the light accentuated her features.

Alexis nestled in her mother's arms, listening intently as Rena read fairy tales with a soothing voice.

Rena's voice was sweet and slightly hoarse, reminding Waylen of the intimate and romantic nights they once shared, when she would whisper softly under his touch.

His Adam's apple bobbed as these memories flooded his mind. Trying to regain composure, he gently handed Alexis the feeding bottle, allowing Rena to continue the tender moment with their daughter.

Alexis drank more than half the bottle.

Afterwards, her drowsiness became evident.