Victoria’s POV My penthouse overlooked Manhattan like a throne above the city, towering high enough to make the people below look insignificant. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, thousands of lights shimmered against the darkness like scattered diamonds while the distant hum of traffic drifted faintly through the glass. The city was alive. I felt nothing. I stood motionless before the glass, a crystal wineglass resting loosely between my fingers. The deep crimson liquid caught the glow of the city, yet I hadn’t taken more than a single sip. Most people would have called this view breathtaking. To me, it was simply another reminder that Adrian Blackwood was still out there… still breathing, still rebuilding everything I had once believed belonged to us. Every new skyscraper bearing his company’s name, every headline praising his success, every whisper about Aurelius Group rising from the ashes felt like another knife twisting slowly beneath my ribs. A soft knock echoed through
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