Chapter 6

For a moment, reality seemed to blur.

Like I was watching someone else’s life through frosted glass.

I pinched myself. Hard.

Not dreaming

Taking a breath, I pushed the door open-

And froze.

Instead of the cozy family home I’d expected, I walked into what looked like an exclusive private dining room. Crystal chandelier hung low, mahogany panels, oversized oil paintings, high–backed dining chairs…

I knew this room.

All those video calls with Nathan during his “late meetings” this was the backdrop.

A laugh escaped my throat, sounding hollow in the silence.

My eyes drifted to the powder room door. Something familiar caught my eye.

-The red cashmere scarf I’d spent weeks knitting for Nathan last Thanksgiving. I’d followed a YouTube tutorial,

determined to make something by hand.

Now it hung from the toilet handle. A makeshift pull.

Upstairs, the master suite revealed an oversized bed – custom–made, clearly.

A La Perla negligee tossed carelessly across the pillows.

The walk–in closet held a collection of men’s clothes: Tom Ford suits, Brioni shirts, silk pajamas. Nathan’s exact style.

everything: Aesop toiletries, Turkish cotton towels, an electric

up the razor.

caught in

pressed in.

to slow, then stop

frozen, unable to move, barely

on the stairs. Voices drifting up.

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Chapter 6

you won’t stay for

Need to be home by seven.

Panic seized me.

I knew was coming. I rushed to the balcony, pressing

was perfect in

Nathan. Claire.

hugged myself, trembling

his Burberry coat, Kiton suit, Patek Philippe watch.

voice soft:

remained blank as

a meeting with the senator. This chance-”

place.” His voice

bit her lip, then

earlier… you

hands stilled on his shirt

at her,

inside his shirt, moving lower.

Why not

that followed were unmistakable.

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