My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Chapter 243 TAWDRY CLICHÉS

KIERAN’S POV

I came here to pick up Daniel’s sneakers that he’d forgotten.

It didn’t matter that he’d packed six other pairs and couldn’t even remember the exact color.

All that mattered was that my son needed his blue—or green or purple?—sneakers, and I’d be a terrible father if I didn’t do everything in my power to retrieve them for him.

I clung to that transparent, pathetic excuse as I unlocked the door with Daniel’s spare key and stepped into Sera’s house.

Her presence saturated the space. Scent. Warmth. Memory. It permeated the air, seeped into the walls, settled onto every surface, as if she had only just stepped out of the room.

It enveloped me the instant I crossed the threshold, thick enough to stir the bond and tighten something deep in my chest.

Ashar’s voice rumbled with aching yearning. ‘Her scent is everywhere. But I need more.’

“So do I,” I murmured.

I moved farther inside, slow and careful, as if one wrong step might disturb the delicate illusion that she was still here, just out of sight.

The living room was immaculate—almost unnervingly so. Pillows lined up perfectly. Blanket folded with her signature crisp precision. Surfaces spotless, not a single object out of place.

Too clean.

That was the problem.

Sera lived neatly, yes, but she lived.

She left traces—an open book, a pen uncapped, a pair of slippers angled toward the couch, a hair tie abandoned on the coffee table.

But now?

There was nothing. Everything was tidy in a way that felt...final.

The sight felt like a whispered reminder:

She wasn’t here.

She wouldn’t be here tonight.

Or tomorrow.

Or for weeks. Maybe months.

I walked through the narrow dining area, my hand grazing the back of a chair as if touching it could bridge the distance between us. As if I might capture some last trace of her warmth in my palm.

Everywhere I looked, I saw her.

Sera cooking dinner with Daniel hovering beside her.

Sera laughing softly as she watched him draw at the table.

Sera curling up on the couch with a book, legs tucked beneath her.

Sera walking past me without meeting my eyes because looking at me hurt her too much.

The tightness in my chest pulsed.

I climbed the stairs, my steps wavering.

Daniel’s room—that was my destination.

But Sera’s bedroom door was open. Just a crack.

Just enough.

I shouldn’t go in. I knew that.

But my hand lifted anyway, pushing the door open until the room lay exposed—quiet, untouched, painfully empty.

Her vanity displayed perfectly organized skincare bottles, a small ceramic tray with her rings, a hairbrush resting beside it with a single strand of pale hair caught in the bristles.

Her nightstand had a notebook stacked on top of two novels, a pen tucked inside like she’d planned to pick up right where she left off.

A sweater hung over the back of her desk chair.

The curtains were drawn, but a small gap between the panels let in a thin sliver of afternoon light.

Everything of Sera’s was here.

Except Sera.

It was her room.

Her home

Her life.

And she wasn’t in it.

Unable to take it anymore, I turned to walk away—and froze.

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