[LORENZO’ POINT OF VIEW] The slam of the door echoed, then silence.I stood there, chest heaving, hand still curled into a fist. For a long moment I could not move. The sound of her running footsteps, the image of her face—frightened, tear-streaked—burned in my mind.I dragged in a deep breath, then another, forcing the rage back down into its cage. Slowly, I turned my gaze to the photo in my hand. The cracked glass cut a jagged line across the frozen image—me and Sophia, smiling, back when smiles had come so easily.Sophia.Her name alone was enough to stir the old ache. She had been the only one I’d ever allowed into my world, the only woman I’d loved second only to my mother. My first love. My weakness.Three years ago, she walked away.I’d been drowning in work then, building everything from the ground up, clawing my way toward the empire I wanted. Every deal, every sleepless night, every risk—it was all for the future. For us. But she hadn’t seen it that way.She wanted me to ch
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