Chapter 189

Camille had just finished helping Chloe with her bath and was about to wash up herself.

Her toiletries weren't in Chloe's room, so she headed toward the master bedroom.

The master bedroom stood dark and silent. Damien wasn't there.

She flicked on the lights and froze instantly, her breath catching in her throat. For a disorienting moment, she thought she'd entered the wrong room.

Seven years of living here had made her intimately familiar with every inch of this space.

Yet now, everything looked foreign.

Every single element had changed. Almost everything - except the floor remained the same.

Only the floor was untouched. The chandelier, curtains, bed, nightstands, window-side table, sofa, coffee table, rug - all replaced. Even the water dispenser and mugs were new.

Her vanity table was gone. All her skincare products had vanished.

It was clear - every trace of her existence had been systematically erased.

Not that it surprised her. Their divorce was practically finalized anyway.

When Selene got injured saving Damien, he'd rushed back immediately with new divorce papers. His eagerness to end their marriage and legitimize Selene's position couldn't have been more obvious.

The ink wasn't even dry on their divorce papers, and he'd already purged all reminders of her?

Camille took an involuntary step back. As she reached to turn off the lights, Marianne's voice stopped her.

She turned to see the housekeeper standing with a tray bearing a steaming cup of milk. "Good evening, Marianne."

Marianne smiled. "Mrs. Harrington Senior left this milk during her visit earlier. She asked me to prepare it for you when possible."

"Thank you," Camille replied.

"You're most welcome."

After a brief hesitation, Marianne added, "Mr. Harrington had me pack all your belongings at the start of the month, Mrs. Harrington. They've been moved to the third floor. If you need anything, I can fetch it for you, or—"

Early this month - when she and Damien had signed the divorce papers.

Camille cut in, "No need. I'll get them myself later."

"Very well."

Marianne then asked, "Shall I bring this milk to Chloe's room?"

The unspoken message was clear - she no longer had access to the master bedroom.

Camille took the tray. "I'll handle it."

Marianne nodded.

Camille switched off the master bedroom lights and carried the tray back to Chloe's room.

After finishing the warm milk, she headed to the third floor.

Her belongings had been neatly arranged in a corner room there.

The space was immaculate.

Marianne had clearly been maintaining it for her.

She collected fresh clothes and toiletries before returning to Chloe's room for her bath.

After bathing and reading with Chloe, they prepared for bed.

"Mom," Chloe said sleepily, "I'm going to say goodnight to Dad. Want to come?"

Camille shook her head. "You go ahead."

"Okay."

Three minutes later, Chloe returned. "Mom, Dad says goodnight too."

Camille set aside the book with a murmured response.

Yawning, Chloe curled into Camille's arms. "We can sleep now, Mom. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight."

Camille turned off the lights.

The next morning dawned early.

Camille woke at first light.

Chloe still slept soundly.

After washing up, Camille headed to the kitchen.