로그인Hailey's POVThe headlines hit the next morning."Power Couple Takes Joint Control: Ramsey-Kingston Alliance Strengthens Company Leadership""Board Vote Solidifies Married CEOs' Position"Ramsey Industries' New Era: Husband-Wife Leadership Team"I stared at my laptop screen, coffee going cold in my hand. The media had spun Maxwell's vote as strategic partnership. A united front. Power couple goals.If only they knew the truth.We hadn't spoken since the boardroom. Hadn't been in the same room except to coordinate Gio's morning routine in painful, stilted exchanges that felt like negotiations between strangers."I'll take him to school.""Fine. I'll pick him up.""Strategy meeting at ten.""I'll be there."It was professional, eff
Hailey's POVI stood frozen, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might crack through my ribs. Tears streamed down my face, hot and unstoppable, but I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't force my brain to process what he'd just said.I'm in love with you.Maxwell watched me, hope and fear battling in his eyes, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as he waited for me to say something. Anything.But my throat had closed completely. The words I needed, the words he deserved, were locked somewhere inside me, trapped behind years of fear and old wounds that had never properly healed."Say something." His voice came out rough. "Please, Hailey. Say anything.""I..." My voice cracked. "I don't...""Of course." The words came out flat. "Of course you can't.""Maxwell," My voice cracked. "I'm not.
Hailey's POV The week passed in aching silence.Maxwell and I moved through the penthouse like ghosts. He'd take Gio to school while I buried myself in board preparation. I'd handle bedtime while he worked late in his office. We existed in separate orbits, carefully avoiding collision.His ultimatum echoed constantly.I hadn't decided. I couldn't decide. I was too terrified of making the wrong decision.Now I stood outside the boardroom, Christina beside me, watching board members file in with expressions ranging from sympathetic to calculating."Ready?" Christina asked.I wasn't. But I nodded anyway."Stay calm." She said quietly. "Don't let Denis provoke you. Stick to facts.""I know.""Hailey." She touched my arm. "You've earned this. Don't forget that."I walked into the boardroom.Denis sat at the far end like a predator who'd already tasted blood. Tiana sat in the gallery, not a board member, but clearly invited as family representation. Her smile was cold when she saw me.Maxw
Hailey's POVThe car was suffocating despite the driver's silent presence in the front seat.I stared out the tinted window, Floyd's words replaying in my head like a curse I couldn't shake.Not because I wanted him back, I didn't. But because those words had ripped open wounds I'd thought were healed. Reminded me of how completely I'd loved him once. How easily he'd discarded me when something shinier came along.How terrified I was of it happening again.Maxwell sat beside me, jaw locked, radiating tension like a live wire. We hadn't spoken since leaving the fundraiser. Hadn't touched. The space between us on the leather seat felt like miles instead of inches.The penthouse was dark and silent when we arrived, the city lights casting long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The driver barely had time to stop before Maxwell was out, striding toward the entrance without waiting, without looking back.I followed more slowly, exhaustion settling into my bones like lead.Inside
Hailey's POVThe Ramsey Industries Annual Fundraiser was supposed to be my victory lap.Instead, it felt like walking into a battlefield in heels and a designer gown.I stood at the entrance of the ballroom, Maxwell beside me in a perfectly tailored tux, his hand resting lightly on my lower back. To everyone watching, we looked like the perfect power couple, polished, united, unstoppable.Only I could feel the tension radiating through his touch. The distance that had grown between us over the past week as we'd worked separately on board strategy. We'd email documents back and forth, leave notes on the kitchen counter, coordinate around Gio's schedule like divorced parents instead of married partners. The irony wasn't lost on me that our fake marriage felt more strained than some real ones."Ready?" His voice was neutral, carefully controlled."As I'll ever be."We walked in together, and every head turned. I felt the weight of their stares, wondering if the rumors about Denis's coup w
Floyd's POV The penthouse was quiet when I got home, just the noise of the city through the windows.Kim was curled up on the couch in leggings and an oversized sweater, her laptop open, wine glass half-empty beside her. She looked up when I walked in."You're finally back." She closed her laptop. "Just got home from the gallery an hour ago. How'd the visitation go?"I dropped my keys on the counter. "Bad."She tilted her head. "Bad how?""He wouldn't even look at me." The words tasted bitter. "The second the session ended, he ran to Hailey like I was some kind of monster or something. He didn't look back once."Kim set aside her wine glass. "Well that was expected."I poured myself a scotch, definitely a mistake after the drinks with Mason, and sat beside her. "He wouldn't talk to me," I said finally. "Every time I tried to connect, he'd bring up Maxwell. 'Daddy took me to the museum.' It was so constant it made me sick.""He's five, Floyd. He doesn't understand the situation yet.







