LOGINNathan left without finishing whatever he'd been about to say, walking quickly back toward his car.I found out what happened later that week.Sienna had been systematically draining money from Sinclair Group's accounts for months. By the time Nathan's accountant caught it, she'd already transferred close to 30 million dollars and disappeared.The missing funds had triggered a chain reaction—vendors demanding immediate payment, investors pulling out, projects stalling mid-development.Everyone in the company had known how much Nathan trusted her. He'd given her access to nearly everything, which meant any transfer she initiated went through without a second look. She'd managed it all with very little effort.I also learned there had been a chance to stop it.When Sienna tried to move the largest sum, the bank had flagged it for review and sent Nathan an alert. If he'd been checking his email even once a day, he would have seen it in time. But he hadn't been to the office in almost a mo
The man beside me was Adrian Chen—CEO of a tech company that had been competing with Sinclair Group for the past two years.We'd met at an industry conference three weeks ago, right after I'd started my new job, and hit it off immediately over shared frustrations about inefficient project management systems.We'd gotten coffee twice since then, and last week he'd asked me to dinner. I'd said yes.When Nathan saw Adrian, the color drained from his face."You're—"Adrian nodded, his arm still resting casually around my shoulders."Sophie's boyfriend. We've actually met before—last year's tech summit. You were on the panel about startup scaling."Nathan's eyes went wide, then narrowed."You? What gives you the right to be with Sophie?"He was trying to assert dominance, to make Adrian feel small. It didn't work. Adrian's smile stayed easy and unbothered."What gives me the right? The fact that we like each other and chose to spend time together. Does there need to be more than that?""The
It was just after work, and I had plans to meet a friend for drinks.As I walked through the lobby doors, I spotted Nathan standing near the parking garage entrance.He'd lost weight. The man who used to obsess over his appearance was standing there with dark circles under both eyes, looking exhausted and worn down—so much so that for a second I almost didn't recognize him.The moment he saw me, he moved quickly in my direction.Before I could step back, he reached out and grabbed my hand."Sophie, do you really hate me this much? Enough that you won't even reply to a single message?""Do you have any idea what the last few weeks have been like for me?""I'm not making this up. I really do miss you."His voice cracked, and tears started sliding down his face as he spoke.In the past, every time he cried, the sight of it would break me and I'd give in immediately. This time, I just pulled my hand free and kept my expression neutral."I don't hate you."Before any hope could settle in hi
Nathan's voice came through the speaker."Sophie, you've made your point. Can we just stop this now? Please?""I know all of this—the resignation, everything—was because of Sienna. I've already let her go just now. So we're good, right?""I promise, when you come back, I'll not only give you a raise, I'll also—"The director was still sitting beside me in the passenger seat, half-asleep against the window. The second he heard the word raise, his eyes shot open like someone had dumped ice water on him. He sat up, reached over, and grabbed the phone right out of my hand."Forget it—Sophie's already signed with us. We're giving her the best package in the industry. You're not getting her back."Before Nathan could respond, the director ended the call and blocked the number.He hadn't even handed the phone back to me before he slumped against the seat again and passed out.I didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed. I pulled the phone from his hand and put it in my bag.Nathan and I had
Just as I expected, his composure cracked.He opened his mouth to defend himself, but I already knew what he was going to say, so I kept going."Even if the inn really was fully booked, is this the only place to stay around here?""Do you remember, Nathan, when we went to Portland right after we started dating? We ran into the same problem. Do you remember what you did?""You walked me through half the city looking for a room. I was exhausted, and I told you I didn't mind sleeping on the couch. You said no immediately.""You told me that a man with integrity doesn't put himself in compromising situations that could be misunderstood. You said that until we were married, you would make sure you never crossed a line.""So why are you standing in that compromising situation now?"By the time I finished, Nathan's face had gone completely white."Is there something else you wanted to talk about? I'm happy to keep going."Nathan didn't have an answer.He worked his jaw for a moment, then fina
I didn't see the point in staying any longer, so I turned and walked away, clenching my injured hand.The young man from the inn followed after me, clearly worried."You should really treat that hand. Burns can get infected fast."I shook my head."I have a first aid kit in my room. I'll be fine."Nathan had always been clumsy, constantly scraping his knuckles or burning himself on coffee cups, and after the third or fourth time I'd patched him up, I'd gotten into the habit of carrying first-aid supplies with me wherever I went. Besides, I'd burned myself plenty of times before—back when I was teaching myself to cook the way he liked.The young man looked like he wanted to say something else but held back.When we reached my door, he glanced down the hallway to make sure no one was nearby, then lowered his voice."Look, it's not really my business, but there's something I think you should know.""I saw what happened out there just now. And the timing with the divorce papers—I did that







