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.”

time, Emma. One

I felt oddly calm. “Want to know

eyes narrowed slightly. Classic Nathan –

her under your precious mahogany desk. And that cute little birthday party? I was there too. Watched you take her

went completely still.

yourself, Nathan?

you’re here, swearing on your life it was ‘just once‘?

the real Nathan Pierce? The one behind the

doesn’t get

quiet word, sliding

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

room in her house- exact copy of Le Bernardin, right? For all those late–night FaceTime

– matching our penthouse. So you wouldn’t slip up when we got home

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