Chapter 4
He Chose Her Tears Over My Grief
Arthur Hayes’s office smelled of expensive leather, old paper, and lemon polish. It was a stark contrast to the bright, glass-walled conference rooms at Thorne & Vance, wrapped in dark mahogany and lined with legal volumes that looked as though they had never been opened.
I sat perfectly straight
Chapter 5
The apartment smelled faintly of lavender and expensive leather, a carefully curated scent profile I had chosen when we first moved into the penthouse two years ago. I stood in the center of the sprawling living room, a space I had meticulously designed down to the custom crown molding and the impor
Chapter 6
The Thorne & Vance architectural firm occupied the entire fourteenth floor of a sleek, glass-paneled high-rise in the financial district. Julian and I had designed the office layout ourselves, prioritizing open spaces, natural light, and clean, minimalist lines. It was a monument to our shared ambit