Married to the Cold Hearted CEO
Karen exhaled shakily, the storm inside her settling into something sharper.
“I need to go back,” she said.
“To where?” Henry asked.
“To the beginning. My old home. The one I ran from. If there are more secrets I want them buried on my terms.”
Henry studied her, then nodded.
“You won’t do it alone.”
And somewhere, deep inside the Geneva hills someone else was watching her every move.
Karen sat in the quiet of the library, the photo still in her lap. Firelight flickered across the walls, but she barely noticed. Her thoughts were louder than the crackling flames.