LOGINThe message delivered.“I’ve arrived.”Alex stared at the screen for a long moment after it sent, the phone resting heavily in his palm. He didn’t wait for the read receipt. He didn’t wait for a response. Some part of him already knew there wouldn’t be one, not today. Maybe not for a while.On the other side of the city, Lily sat curled on the edge of her bed, phone clutched tightly in her hands as the tears came running down her cheeks again. Quiet at first, then uncontrollable. Seeing the words “I’ve arrived,” did something to her chest. It made everything real. Final. Distance made physical.She didn’t reply.Alex didn’t expect her to.The car rolled through the gates of the Cromwell estate just before dusk. The familiar sight, the wide driveway, the manicured hedges, the quiet confidence of old wealth should have felt grounding. Instead, it felt like walking into a museum of a life he didn’t quite belong to anymore.Philip,one of their drivers pulled to a stop.“Welcome home, sir.
Alex woke before the alarm.For a moment, disoriented by exhaustion, he reached instinctively toward the other side of the bed.Empty.The reality settled again, slow and crushing.He sat up, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor as if it might offer answers. He hadn’t slept more than an hour, just a shallow nap filled with half-dreams and fragments of Lily’s voice. The note. Her words. The look in her eyes outside the courthouse yesterday. Flat. Final.Alex dragged a hand down his face and stood. Today, he was supposed to leave Chicago.That thought alone made his chest ache.He showered mechanically, dressed in a dark suit he barely registered choosing, and packed the rest of his things into a single carry-on. Every item reminded him of her; her scarf folded carefully in a drawer he hadn’t opened, the mug she liked by the coffee machine, the faint scent of her shampoo still clinging to the pillows.By the time he stepped into the elevator with his suitcase, he felt like he was w
Alex woke from a nap that barely qualified as sleep. It felt more like he had closed his eyes for a few seconds and reopened them to the same weight pressing on his chest. The penthouse was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind, this was hollow, echoing, wrong. Lily’s absence wasn’t just visible; it was audible. Every room carried it.He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. His eyes burned. His phone lay on the nightstand where he’d dropped it sometime before dawn, screen dark, mercilessly empty. No messages. No missed calls. He hadn’t expected any but the hope still clawed at him, stubborn and stupid.By seven-thirty, he was dressed. He didn’t overthink it. Dark suit. White shirt. No tie. He didn’t need to look impressive, he just needed to see her. Once. Even if she refused to speak to him. Even if she looked at him the way she had in that message, like he was a stranger who had done something unforgivable.The drive to Barton & Myers felt longer than usual. Red lights stretched.
Alex sat exactly where Lily had left him.Thirty minutes passed. Maybe more. Time didn’t move the way it was supposed to. It pooled around him, thick and suffocating, while his mind replayed the same images on a brutal loop, her empty side of the wardrobe, the note on the table, the way her handwriting slanted slightly when she was emotional.I really thought this was real…He hadn’t even noticed when his hands started shaking.Eventually, instinct or desperation pushed him to move. He reached for his phone with fingers that felt foreign and numb and opened FaceTime. He didn’t know who he needed first, only that he couldn’t sit with this alone.Wilson answered immediately. Eileen’s face appeared beside his a second later, her brows knitting together the moment she saw Alex’s expression.“Alex?” Eileen said softly. “What’s wrong?”He didn’t speak. He turned the camera and showed them the note.For a moment, neither of them said anything.Wilson’s mouth opened, then closed. “Bro… what t
Lily arrived at the penthouse just minutes after Gillian.They parked separately in the underground garage, the echo of their car doors closing sounding harsher than usual in the quiet space. Neither of them said anything as they walked toward the elevator. They didn’t need to. Everything that needed to be said had already been torn open that afternoon in Lily’s office, broadcast through a phone speaker she wished she had never turned on.The elevator ride up was silent.Lily stared straight ahead, her reflection in the mirrored wall looking unfamiliar, eyes dull, jaw set too tight, shoulders drawn inward like she was bracing for impact that had already happened. Gillian watched her carefully, fighting the instinct to reach out and hold her hand. Lily didn’t look like someone who wanted comfort. She looked like someone who needed control.When the elevator doors opened to the penthouse floor, Lily stepped out first. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet.“He’s not here,” Gillian said softl
Lily didn’t speak for a long moment after the call ended.The office felt too quiet, like the sound had been sucked out of it. The hum of the air conditioner, the distant tapping of keyboards somewhere down the hall, everything felt exaggerated, intrusive.Her phone was still in her hand. The screen had gone dark.Gillian hadn’t moved either.She was sitting exactly where she’d been when Lily put the call on speaker, one hand frozen halfway to the coffee cup she’d brought, her face pale in a way Lily had never seen before.Finally, Gillian broke the silence.“…Lily.”Lily swallowed. Her throat felt tight, raw, like she’d swallowed something sharp.Gillian slowly set the coffee cup down on the desk, forgotten. “I” She stopped, then tried again. “I don’t even know what to say.”“Neither do I.”Lily stood up, but the movement was abrupt, unsteady. She paced once, twice, then stopped near the window, her arms folding around herself instinctively.“He sent him,” Lily said, her voice flat n







