The Accidental Heart
"Let's see how fast the billionaire wife runs when her asset is compromised."
Over in the west wing of the penthouse, the silence of Vivian’s home office was broken by the sharp, persistent vibration of her personal cell phone.
She sat surrounded by high-stakes quarterly reports, a heavy gold fountain pen poised over a contract.
When she saw Avery's caller ID, she tapped the screen, expecting a sarcastic text or a minor logistical update.
Instead, Garrison’s deep, commanding voice came through the speaker.
"Thorne. Your wife forgot she can't hold her liquor. She’s completely plastered at The Rusty Anchor on 4th Street. I've got a shift starting in twenty minutes, and she is in no condition t