LOGINChapter 83Skylar's POVThe door of the car swung shut, sealing off the last thread of light from the ballroom, and for a moment all I could hear was my own breathing, too fast, too loud in the small enclosed space.Then a voice spoke from the seat across from me, calm in a way that made my blood run cold."You look beautiful tonight, Skylar."Jason.He sat with one leg crossed over the other, utterly at ease, as though we were simply sharing a car home from an ordinary evening instead of whatever this actually was. The woman who had gripped my wrist in the powder room slid into the front seat without a word, and the car began to move, smooth and unhurried, merging into traffic like nothing at all had happened behind that ballroom."You did this," I said, my voice shaking despite every effort to keep it steady. "You had them take me.""I had them bring you to me. There's a difference.""Is there." I reached for the door handle out of pure instinct, some animal part of my brain still c
Chapter 82Skylar's PO"We'll talk soon."Four words, and somehow they managed to sit in my chest like something with weight."You don't have to let that ruin your night," Zane said once Jason had disappeared into the crowd, his voice pitched low enough that only I could hear it over the string quartet working through something soft in the corner. "He wanted a reaction. Don't give him one.""I'm not giving him anything.""Your hands are shaking."I looked down and realized he was right, my fingers curled too tightly around the stem of my champagne glass, knuckles gone pale. I set it down on the nearest tray before I could drop it and embarrass myself in front of the one room in this city that had finally started taking me seriously."He looked different," I said. "Thinner. Like something's eating at him.""Something is. His company's under investigation. Word is two of his biggest investors pulled out last week.""How do you know that?""I make it my business to know things that might
Chapter 81The voice on the other end was quiet, almost apologetic."Mrs. Adams? This is Detective Ruiz, calling about the case against Mr. Whitfield."Not Jason. Not the past reaching for me in some new shape. Just the drunk driver's case, wrapping itself into a final loose thread."Yes," I said, exhaling."We just need your signature on a witness statement before sentencing next week. Nothing urgent. I can email the form.""That's fine. Thank you for calling."I hung up and looked at Mara, who had gone very still watching me, her glass forgotten on the table."Sentencing paperwork," I said. "Nothing more."She let her shoulders drop. "You'd think after everything we'd both stop flinching every time a phone rings.""You'd think."She reached for her champagne again, though most of the fizz had gone out of it by then, and neither of us minded.---The week that followed moved faster than I wanted it to.I told myself I still hadn't decided about the gala, even as I found myself standi
SKYLAR POvThe smile faded before it could fully form.I still had weeks to wait before any of that mattered. Court dates moved slowly, and drunk drivers with decent lawyers knew how to stretch a single hearing into three. I pushed the papers on my desk into a neat stack and told myself I would think about Mara's case tomorrow, and Rory's silence some other day, and the gala invitation sitting unanswered in my inbox whenever I found the energy to care about seating charts.Tomorrow came slower than I expected. Then it came anyway.Four weeks later, my phone rang while I was standing in the middle of the design floor, arguing with a fabric supplier about a shipment that had somehow lost color halfway across the ocean. I almost didn't answer. Then I saw the name."Give me a second," I told the supplier, and stepped into the hallway."Mara?""We won."Two words. That was all she said at first, and something about the flatness of her voice worried me until I heard the sound underneath it,
Chapter 79Skylar's POVRory refused to answer my calls.At first, I thought she simply needed time to cool off after what had happened at the café. I had expected a day or two of silence, maybe even a week if she was still angry. But one week became two. Two became a month. Before I knew it, two whole months had slipped by, and every single call I made either rang until it disconnected or went unanswered.Eventually, I stopped trying.Not because I didn't care.Because I wasn't sure whether hearing my voice only made her angrier.The silence between us settled somewhere inside my chest, refusing to leave. Some mornings I would unlock my phone before getting out of bed, hoping to find a message from her. Other times I found myself staring at our old conversation, wondering if I should text instead of calling.Every message I typed ended up deleted before I could send it.No combination of words seemed right.How was I supposed to apologize for slapping my own daughter while also stand
Chapter 78I kept both hands on the wheel even though I could not feel them anymore. The sting in my palm was still there, sharp and immediate and every time I tried to push it away, it came back harder. I had slapped my own daughter. I had raised my hand to my child.The road ahead blurred for a moment and I blinked fast, forcing myself to focus. I would not cry. Not yet. Not while I was still driving.But the truth of what I had done sat heavy in my chest, pressing down like something too large to swallow. I should not have done that. No matter what she said. No matter what she was trying to do. She was still my child and I had let my hurt make me someone I did not want to be.That was Jason's gift to me. That was what years of him had left behind. A woman who could lose herself in a moment, who could reach for violence when words failed her. I hated him for that. I hated what he had shaped me into without me even noticing it was happening.I turned onto the main road and exhaled sl
Chapter 19Skylar's POV"Oh my God, Zane. I can't believe you stood up for me like that." I sat on the edge of his bed, still buzzing from what had happened at the dinner table."You can't believe I stood up for you?" He looked at me with mock offense. "Skylar, I always stand up for y
Chapter 11Zane's POV"What's that supposed to mean?" Irritation crept slowly into my voice. "You like Conor. I don't understand.""Not in that way." She adjusted the pillow behind her."Then enlighten me. In what way?""I meant I like him as a coach. He's understanding that's all. I don't get why
Chapter 9Skylar's POV"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But think about it. If it becomes public that you're in a relationship with a powerful man, who would dare cross you?""I'm a married…" I paused. Something flickered across his face, brief and quickly buried. I recognised it a
Chapter 6Skylar's POV"Don't think too much." He smiled. "I just want to feed you."I exhaled slowly. Why had I immediately assumed he wanted to kiss me again? As if I even wanted him to."Why would you do that? I can feed myself.""You see, that's the thing about you." He set the spoon down brief







