Riley pov I spent the night staring at the ceiling of my small room. Victoria's words echoed in my head. The help. That's all I was to her. All I'd ever be. The next morning, I made Brett's coffee like always. Black, no sugar, served at exactly 7:30 AM. He was already dressed in his charcoal suit, scrolling through his phone. He didn’t look up when I entered. "Your coffee, Mr. Graham," I said quietly, setting the cup on the counter. "Thank you," he replied without looking up, his voice flat. I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me. "Victoria will be joining us for breakfast," he added, eyes still glued to his screen. My stomach dropped. "Of course," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. "She'll be staying in the city for a few weeks for business," he said, finally looking up briefly. "I understand," I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Good," he said curtly, turning back to his phone. The word hung between us like a wall. I wanted to ask if he'd meant wha
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