THE WOMAN WHOM HE COULDN'T BREAK
Polished, confident, and untouchable.
A cold wave slid through her. For a brief second, anger threatened to crack the control she had spent years building. Then he turned, their eyes met, everything shifted, his smile vanished, the glass slipped from his hand and shattered against the marble floor.
The sharp sound cut through the room, conversations died, music faltered, people turned, but Jack saw in colour. All the color drained from his face in shock, disbelief, recognition, he remembered.
A slow, precise smile touched Mildred’s lips. She lifted her glass slightly in a mock greeting. Jack stumbled back a step and murmurs rippled through the crowd. “What happened?” “Is he okay?” “Who is sh