The Chicago skyline glittered through the townhouse window, its lights sharp against the quiet streets. I stood in Liam’s guest room, staring at the emerald-green dress hanging on the closet door, its silky fabric catching the lamplight. Tonight was the Grey Group’s gala, a glitzy affair to toast the expansion progress we’d toured in Greece. My stomach churned, not just from the memory of the break-in at my place or the threatening note *Last chance. Stay away from him* but because of her. Liam’s fiancée, Clairisse, would be there, clinging to his arm as his plus one, oblivious to the truth that I was his wife, or used to be, before his accident stole our past.I smoothed my hands over my jeans, trying to steady my breath. The last few weeks living with Liam had been a strange comfort, shared breakfasts of oatmeal and coffee, lunches of grilled cheese, evenings laughing over movies and popcorn. His easy smiles, his thoughtful gestures like bringing me tea, made it feel like home, lik
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