Chapter 637
At 6:30 AM.
When Sienna came downstairs, breakfast was already waiting on the table.
Oatmeal, avocado toast, scrambled eggs, and a glass of warm milk.
The eggs were cooked exactly the way she preferred, and the toast was from her favorite local bakery.
It was her go-to morning routine.
Beneath her plate was a sticky note. She recognized Jarred’s handwriting immediately: [Have Mrs. Landry warm it up if it gets cold p>
She glanced at the note, left it untouched, and sat down to slowly eat her breakfast.
It had been a long time since she had set foot in the marital home she once shared with Jarred.
She had mentally prepared herself for the visit.
She expected the place to feel completely foreign, but to her surprise, nothing had changed.
Every table, every chair, every single item remained exactly as she had arranged it when she was the lady of the house.
Even the Monstera plant in the entryway still had fresh water droplets clinging to its leaves.
It was lush and thriving, its large leaves completely free of dust.
Clearly, someone had been meticulously watering and pruning it every day without fail.
The living room sofa was still that soft cream color, sitting on the silent, plush apricot rug.
The fabric was kept in pristine condition, looking exactly as it had the day she laid it out.
Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the Fiddle-leaf fig.
The entire space felt incredibly warm and inviting.
The familiar sight unfolded before her, vibrant and lived-in.
Even though she had moved out long ago.
Standing there, she experienced a profound, surreal illusion.
It was as if she had never packed her bags, never left this house.
As if she had never severed ties with this place—or with the man who lived in it.
No one knew that during the countless days and nights she was gone p>
He maintained all her routines, preserving her every preference.
Day after day, he carefully maintained every trace she had left behind.
The house was still hers, the decor still hers.
Only the person who once shared it with her now stood a world away.
As Sienna took in the view, Mrs. Landry appeared out of nowhere.
“Ms. Sloan, is the food not to your liking? Why aren’t you eating p>
“It’s fine p>
Sienna pulled her gaze away from the Monstera and smiled at the woman. These plants are beautiful. You’ve taken great care of them p>
Mrs. Landry paused, then chuckled. “Oh… I didn’t do that. They were like this when I arrived.
“Mr. Sterling hired me specifically to look after you. I only got here a few hours before you did p>
Sienna froze for a moment before nodding with a polite smile.
Mrs. Landry cast a cautious glance upstairs before adding, “Ms. Sloan, Mr. Sterling also asked me to tell you something.
“The access codes for the gate, the rooms, and the garage are still your birthday. He said if you don’t like it. you can change them anytime,
Sienna replied with a blank expression, returning to her breakfast. “Okay p>
Mrs. Landry hovered for a second, but realizing Sienna had nothing more to say, she headed upstairs.
Sienna didn’t ask any further questions. After finishing her meal, she put her dishes in the sink and walked out.
Jarred never showed his face, never interrupting her morning routine.
She knew he was deliberately avoiding her.
Or rather, he was giving her space.
When she didn’t want to see him, he made himself completely invisible.
She took the second floor, and he stayed on the first.