Chapter 11

The morning light was just starting to filter through Mom’s drapes when I opened my eyes to find Nathan sitting in her vintage chair across the room.

His Tom Ford suit looked slept in. First time I’d ever seen him disheveled.

“If those papers aren’t signed, you’re wasting your time.” My voice was steady.

“Emma…” His face crumpled. “I won’t sign them. I can’t.”

“Then get out. I just had this place deep cleaned. I can still smell your cologne.”

He was quiet for so long I thought he might actually leave. Then:

“You want the truth? Fine.” His voice cracked. “When I moved Claire to another department, she broke down. Told me she was the reason her drunk father got behind the wheel that night. That she’d begged him to pick her up. That she was why my parents died.”

He ran his hands through his perfect hair. “I lost it. All that control I’d built up just… snapped. I grabbed her throat-”

“Save the dramatic monologue, Nathan. I really don’t need your carefully crafted narrative.”

one time, Emma. One drunk mistake-”

calm. “Want to know something interesting? I

slightly. Classic Nathan –

in your office? I came back. Saw her under your precious mahogany desk. And that cute little birthday

completely

you enjoy yourself, Nathan? Was

want to vomit. And now you’re here, swearing on your life

the real Nathan Pierce? The one behind the perfect CEO facade? Just another rich guy

he doesn’t get

watched him crumble with each quiet word, sliding

after her. What was that about? Afraid I’d smell her perfume? Or did

exact copy of Le

code – matching our penthouse. So you wouldn’t slip up when

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