MasukShe avoided my eyes as she concentrated fully on Chloe.I felt out of place and decided it was best to leave them to bond.So I headed back to work.The drive to the office felt longer than usual. I kept thinking about the way Sloane had looked at me earlier, the distance in her eyes, and how easily she had dismissed my attempt to spend time with her.I knew I had no right to expect anything different.Still, it hurt.By the time I arrived at Della-Ross Holdings, I was determined to put my personal life aside. There was enough going on with the company without me allowing my problems to interfere with the work that needed to be done.I had a meeting with the finance team regarding the quarterly projections, followed by a review of the ongoing development project in Portland. The construction timeline had fallen behind, and the contractors were requesting an extension that I wasn't prepared to approve without a proper explanation.I spent most of the morning going through reports, ques
“What the hell was that about?” I yelled at Rebecca as soon as I was sure Chloe was asleep and nowhere within earshot.She stood near the dining room, looking at me with an expression that was almost convincing.“What are you talking about?”I rubbed my face in frustration. “Don’t do that. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”She folded her arms. “There was no need to make such a scene.”“A scene?” I repeated, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “You walked into a dinner I was having with my wife and announced that we slept together. What the hell did you expect?”Her expression softened, and she stepped closer.“I just didn’t want her getting any ideas about you two being back together. That ship has sailed, Zane.”I felt the regret of that night seep into my bloodstream until it became rage. I had made a mistake. A terrible one. And now Rebecca was using it to hurt Sloane.“Stay the fuck away from me.”She stopped, her hand hovering near my arm.“Or what?”I looked at her, my jaw
By the time I got back to the hotel, I was too angry to cry.I dropped my handbag on the couch and stood there for a moment, staring at nothing. Rebecca’s words kept replaying in my head, along with the image of Zane sitting across from me, unable to say a single thing.We slept together.I had been prepared for a lot of things when I returned to Seattle. An awkward conversation. A difficult board meeting. Maybe even another attempt from Zane to convince me that our marriage was worth saving.But I hadn’t expected him to let Rebecca humiliate me in front of Chloe.I pulled off my shoes and walked toward the window. The city stretched out below me, busy and indifferent. I pressed my palms against the glass and took a slow breath.I wasn’t going to fall apart over him again.I had spent months trying to put myself back together. I had left because I couldn’t keep living in a marriage where I was always the last person to know the truth. And now, after everything, Zane had given me anoth
My hands started shaking the moment I stepped foot in Seattle airport.The flight had been long, but the comfort of the airline had somehow managed to distract me from the dreaded thing I was about to do. I had watched a few movies, slept for a couple of hours, and even enjoyed the meals. But the moment I stepped into the airport, the reality of being back in America hit me.I was going to see Zane.I had spent months trying to get used to a life without him. London had given me the space I needed to breathe, to grieve, and to figure out what I wanted for myself. Coming back felt like stepping into a part of my life I had tried so hard to leave behind.I was familiar with one of Zane’s drivers, whom he had sent to pick me up even after I told him I could find my own way.I wanted to keep my hotel from Zane. I didn’t want him knowing where I was staying, and I certainly didn’t want him showing up to convince me to reconsider our decision to end things.But he had insisted on sending a
It felt strange to hear from her again.For a moment, I had almost forgotten what it was like to hear Sloane say my name. Her voice had been familiar, yet distant, as if I were listening to someone I had known in another life. I had spent months wondering what I would say if she ever called me, and when it finally happened - even though I did the calling, all I could think about was how badly I had messed things up.The conversation had been about the board, the merger, and the decisions we needed to make. Nothing personal. Nothing that could give me the chance to ask if she was okay or tell her how much I missed her.Still, hearing her voice had done something to me.I sat behind my desk long after the call ended, staring at my phone. I could still hear the way her voice had changed when Chloe spoke to her. Sloane had tried to sound cheerful, but I heard the tears she was holding back.And Chloe had noticed her absence more than either of us had wanted to admit.I rubbed a hand over
I was in the middle of trying to decide whether I wanted another cup of tea when my phone started ringing.Maya’s name flashed across the screen.I smiled faintly as I answered, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while I moved the book on my lap out of the way.“Hey, Maya. What’s up?”“Are you busy?”“Not particularly. Why?”She let out a breath. “We have a situation at Reed Industries.”I sat up a little straighter. “What kind of situation?”“The board has raised concerns about the restructuring proposal. Apparently, a few members aren’t comfortable with the way the merger arrangements are being handled, and they want clarification before the next meeting.”I rubbed my forehead. “Clarification on what exactly?”“The voting structure. The executive roles. And, of course, your absence.” She paused. “They’re asking questions about whether you’re still actively involved in the company.”I looked toward the window. The afternoon light had begun to fade, leaving the room in a
We are getting married tomorrow.Two days. That was all it had taken from the signed contract to the scheduled wedding. I had expected Sloane Reed to take the full three days, maybe longer. Instead she had called Patrick from the café, confirmed the date before she even stood up from the table, and
He walked in and every head in the café turned. I had already been seated for ten minutes, black coffee in front of me that I hadn't touched, the file on the table within reach. I had chosen the corner table deliberately. Away from the windows, away from anyone who might recognize either of us and
I woke up to my head pounding like someone was taking a hammer to it from the inside.My phone on the nightstand was lit up and buzzing in a way that communicated something had gone very wrong overnight, which I already knew, but seeing thirty seven missed calls from my secretary at eight in the mo
The dress was beautiful and I was walking down the aisle in it. The cathedral sleeves, the pearl buttons running down the back, the train sweeping the floor behind me like something out of a magazine. Cole had picked it himself and it was perfect and with every step I took I looked exactly like a







