ANMELDENAndrea stepped out of the elevator onto the forty-seventh floor, forcing her steps to stay calm even though her legs felt unsteady beneath her. The confrontation with Caleb downstairs still burned in her chest like acid. His smug, remorseful smile, the way he had casually mentioned “hearing things” about her and Henry—it all made her skin crawl. She smoothed the front of her navy dress with trembling hands, took a slow, steadying breath, and walked toward her desk with her head held high, praying no one could see the tremor in her fingers or the way her pulse hammered in her throat.She sat down heavily, opened her laptop, and stared at the screen without really seeing the spreadsheet in front of her. Her mind was racing, a chaotic storm of fear and suspicion."How did he know where I work? How did he know about Henry? Did someone tell him? Was it Lindsay? Did she decide to use what she saw in the conference room to weaponize my past now?"The thought made her stomach twist violently.
The morning after Andrea’s confession felt like stepping into a new world.She woke up in Henry’s arms, the sunlight spilling across the massive bed in the master suite. She didn’t retreat to the guest room immediately. Henry’s chest rose and fell steadily beneath her cheek, one of his arms wrapped possessively around her waist. When she shifted, he stirred, pressing a slow, sleepy kiss to the top of her head.“Good Morning,” he murmured, voice grovel-rough with sleep.Andrea smiled against his skin. “Morning.”They didn’t rush. They lingered in bed for a while, trading soft kisses and quiet words, the kind of easy intimacy that felt brand new and wonderfully familiar at the same time. Eventually they got ready for work side by side—Henry in one of his sharp suits, Andrea in a tailored navy dress that made his eyes linger a little longer than professional.They took the same car to Crestview. Henry drove, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her thigh whenever traffic allowed.
Andrea left Mindy’s apartment with her best friend’s words still ringing in her ears. Go home. Tell him how you feel. Stop running. She drove through the Chicago streets in silence, the city lights blurring past the windows. Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. Every red light felt like an eternity. Every block brought her closer to the penthouse, and to the man waiting inside it. By the time she pulled into the private garage beneath the building, her heart was hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. She sat in the car for a full minute after turning off the engine, staring at the concrete wall in front of her. This is it, she told herself. No more avoiding. No more hiding in the guest room. You love him. Say it. Whatever it takes, just say it. She took a deep, shaky breath, grabbed her bag, and stepped into the elevator. The ride up to the top floor felt like a real torture. When the doors opened, the familiar scent of the pentho
Mindy’s bedroom door was barely closed before she spun around the room, eyes wide with disbelief. “Caleb?” she repeated, voice pitching up. “Your ex-Caleb? The asshole who cheated on your birthday and left you crying on a park bench for three hours? That Caleb is back and texting you?” Andrea nodded miserably, sinking down onto the edge of Mindy’s bed. She hugged a pillow to her chest like it could protect her from the chaos in her own head. “Yeah. That Caleb.” Mindy stared at her for a long second, then dropped onto the bed beside her, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. “Okay, I don’t understand thiss, start from the beginning, what really happened. Because I swear I left you alone for like a week and now it feels like the entire universe decided to throw a grenade into your love life.” Andrea took a shaky breath and let it all spill out. “Henry told me he loves me,” she said, the words tumbling fast. “During some movie night. We were laughing, fighting over t
Andrea stood frozen in the doorway of Mindy’s apartment, the spare key still dangling from her fingers. The scene in front of her hit like a slap.Mindy was straddling Marcus on the couch, her beige dress hiked up around her thighs, fingers tangled in his hair as they kissed like the world was ending. Marcus’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, their mouths moving together with a heat and hunger that made the air feel thick. Mindy let out a soft, breathy sound against his lips, and Marcus groaned in response, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.Andrea’s mouth fell open.“Mindy!”The name came out louder than she intended, echoing through the living room.Mindy jerked back like she’d been electrocuted. Her eyes flew open wide, lips still parted and glossy. Marcus’s hands froze on her hips. Both of them turned toward the door at the same time, faces flushed and hair messy.“Andrea?” Mindy’s voice cracked. She scrambled off Marcus’s lap so fast she nearly tripped over the coff
Andrea arrived at the small café fifteen minutes early, her stomach already knotted with dread. She had chosen a public place on purpose with neutral territory, lots of people and easy escape routes. The café was bright and airy, with large windows overlooking the street and soft jazz playing in the background. She picked a table near the door, ordered a black coffee she probably wouldn’t drink, and sat with her hands clenched tightly in her lap.Her phone lay face-down on the table. She kept glancing at it, half hoping the messages from last night had been a dream. They weren’t. The screen still showed the unread thread from Caleb.She rubbed her eyes hard, then pressed her palms against her temples. Why now? Of all the fucking moments in my life, why did he have to show up right when I finally decided to tell Henry I love him too?The bell above the door chimed and Andrea looked up.Caleb walked in.He looked almost exactly the same as she remembered — tall, lean, dark hair neatly s







