LOGIN"You really think I would do that, Roman?" I searched his eyes for the man I'd fallen in love with. Instead, I found a stranger who believed a lie over his own wife. So I left. No goodbye, no explanation, just an empty side of the bed and a secret I carried out the door with me. Three years later, I walk back into his world as the woman hired to save what he loves most, not as his wife, but as his equal. And when he finally sees the truth standing beside me, wearing his own eyes, there's no undoing what's already done. He broke me once. Now he wants to fix what he shattered. The question is, do I let him?
View MorePOV: RomanI move before I think. I shove Audrey behind me, snatch the brass lamp off the nightstand, and cross the bedroom in two strides with the paper still crushed in my fist."Whoever you are, step into the light," I say.The floorboard creaks again. A small figure in a gray coat appears at the edge of the doorway with both hands raised, and I stop with the lamp above my shoulder, because the trembling shape in front of me is seventy years old and has been dusting my mother's photographs since I was six."Beatrice?" I say."Please put that down, Mr. Roman," Beatrice Whitlock says, and her voice is thin as paper. "I have wanted to say this to you for three years, and I am too old to be hit with a lamp."I lower it slowly. Audrey steps out from behind my shoulder, and I feel her go rigid against my arm."You were the voice," Audrey says."I used a device to change it," Beatrice says, drawing a small black box from her pocket with shaking fingers. "Forgive me, Mrs. Hayes. I could no
POV: Audrey"Marcus, lock the suite and do not open the door for anyone, including me, until I text you the word *pancakes*," I say into the phone as Roman's driver takes the corner too fast. "Ethan does not leave your sight.""There are two of Roman's security men outside the door and one at the elevator," Marcus says, low and steady. "Audrey, what happened?""Harlan Cross happened," I say. "I will explain when I know what I am explaining."I hang up and stare at the streetlights blurring past the window. Roman sits across from me with his phone gripped in one fist, and neither of us has said a word since Dorchester."You did not have to bring me," I say finally."The voice said the page is in my house," Roman says. "That house is also yours.""It stopped being mine the night I left my ring on your desk.""The closet still has your coats in it," Roman says quietly. "I never let anyone move them."I turn to the window so he cannot see what that does to my face.The penthouse is dark w
POV: RomanI am out of the car before the black sedan finishes stopping, because I know that white hair and that overcoat, and I know what kind of man arrives at a widower's house at one in the morning with a driver and no hurry."Harlan," I say, stepping onto the path between him and the front door.He turns with a smile that has ended careers, and he tips his head as if we have met at a charity dinner. "Roman Hayes. My daughter said you were sentimental, but I did not expect you to follow your ex-wife to Dorchester.""She is my wife," I say. "She never signed the papers.""How romantic," Harlan says. "It will make the next part more interesting.""Step away from this house," I tell him, and my voice is calm because the alternative is putting him through the porch railing."I am a guest, Roman, and the man inside invited me long before you were involved," Harlan says, straightening his cuffs. "Three years ago he shook my hand, and he has been paying me ever since."Behind him, the fr
POV: AudreyMy father's porch light is still on at one in the morning, because he has never once gone to bed before I got home safely, even when I was thirty and living across the city.I sit in Roman's rental car outside the little brick house in Dorchester with the photograph on my lap, and I read the date in the corner again and again until the numbers stop making sense. Roman offered to drive me, and I told him to stay away from my family. He followed us in the second car anyway, and he is parked at the end of the street with his headlights off, keeping his promise to give me space in the only way he knows how.I knock twice, and the door opens before my hand drops."Audrey?" Papa says. He is in his cardigan and slippers, silver hair sticking up on one side, and he looks smaller than he did three years ago. "Baby, what is wrong? Where is Ethan? Is he sick?""Ethan is fine, Papa," I say, and my voice comes out flat and strange. "I need you to look at something."I hold up the photo
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