LOGINCLAIREJulian's eyes stayed on the letter, his expression unreadable. "I don't know," he said finally, his voice hollow. "The official report said suicide, I never questioned it.""But you suspected?" I pressed.Julian set down the letter carefully, like it might explode. "My father was violent," he said quietly. "Controlling, he and my mother fought constantly, the night she died, they'd been arguing for hours."He looked up at me, pain flickering in his eyes."I was in my room," he continued. "I heard shouting, then silence, then my father calling the police.""What did he tell them?" I asked."That he'd found her," Julian said. "That she'd taken pills, that it was too late.""And you believed him?" I asked gently.Julian's hands clenched into fists. "I was seventeen," he said. "Grieving, trauma
CLAIREThe days after our first date passed in a haze of happiness I wasn't used to feeling.Julian and I fell into a new rhythm together, mornings with coffee and casual touches, evenings where we'd cook dinner and talk for hours, nights where we'd sit close on the couch until one of us reluctantly went to bed.We hadn't rushed into anything physical beyond that first kiss, both of us taking our time, savoring the anticipation. It felt right, moving slowly, building something solid instead of rushing headlong into intensity.On Tuesday morning, I was responding to customer emails when my phone rang. Nina's name appeared on the screen."Hey," I answered. "What's up?""Have you seen the news?" Nina asked, her voice tight.My stomach dropped instantly. "What news?" I asked."About Ethan," Nina said. "His company filed f
CLAIREJulian didn't hesitate. "I want to see where this goes," he said. "I want to wake up next to you, I want to come home to you, I want to build something real with you."He paused, his gray eyes holding mine. "I want a future with you, Claire," he said quietly. "Not because of a contract or revenge or convenience, but because I love you and I want you in my life."My breath caught. "That's what I want too," I whispered.Julian stood up and came around the table, offering me his hand. "Come on," he said."Where are we going?" I asked, taking his hand."You'll see," he replied.He left money on the table and led me out of the restaurant, Marco calling goodbye as we left.Outside, instead of getting in the car, Julian started walking. "It's just a few blocks," he said when I looked at him questioningly. 
CLAIREThe next day passed in a blur of nervous energy. I tried to focus on work, responding to customer emails and reviewing production schedules with Nina, but my mind kept drifting to tonight.Julian had left early for meetings and hadn't told me anything except to be ready at seven. By six PM, I was standing in front of my closet, staring at my limited options.The emerald dress felt too formal, the burgundy one I'd worn to the opera felt too significant, everything else felt too casual.Finally, I settled on a simple black dress, one of my newer designs, elegant but not overdone, with clean lines that made me feel confident. I did my makeup carefully, keeping it natural but polished, and left my hair down in loose waves.At six fifty-five, I walked out to the living room. Julian was waiting by the door, dressed in dark jeans and a charcoal sweater that made his gray eyes sta
CLAIREThe next few days passed in a strange, wonderful blur, everything was the same but different, we still lived in the same penthouse, still had our separate bedrooms, and still worked on our respective businesses.But now there was awareness between us, a charge in the air that hadn't been there before, or maybe it had been and we'd just been pretending it wasn't.Small things felt significant now, Julian's hand brushing mine when we passed in the hallway, the way he looked at me over his laptop during the day, how we'd sit closer on the couch in the evenings.Nothing had really changed except everything had.On Wednesday, I had a meeting at the SoHo boutique to finalize the display details.Marina was thrilled with the pieces Nina had delivered, arranging them on the wall near the window with careful precision."These are going to sell out," she said confidently. "Mark my w
CLAIREI woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen.For a moment, I just lay there, remembering last night, Julian coming back from Singapore, Ethan's call, the almost-kiss in the hallway.Today we were going to talk. My stomach flipped nervously as I got out of bed and got dressed, pulling on comfortable clothes and running my fingers through my hair.When I walked into the kitchen, Julian was already there, two mugs of coffee sitting on the counter.He looked up when I entered, his gray eyes searching my face."Morning," he greeted."Morning," I replied, sitting down at the counter.Julian slid one of the mugs toward me and I wrapped my hands around it, grateful for something to hold onto.We sat in silence for a moment, both of us knowing we couldn't avoid this conversation any longer."So," Julian said finally. "We should talk.""Yeah," I agreed, my voice quieter than I intended.Julian set down his coffee and turned to face







