guest room, having not slept a single minute.

e walked downstairs to the dining area. Julian was already there

tightening around the envelope,

n, his p

nged. He stood abruptly and walked out onto the terrace

ry f

the terrace, his voice a low, urge

idn't want to do this now, not when her hands were shaking and her hea

nto her designer tote bag on the console t

im. He grabbed his jacket. "I have t

departure as abrupt and dismissive as ever.

eeping into her bones. She wouldn't just s

rab her things, the housekeeper was wiping down the console

rom the open bag, sliding hal

you," the housekeeper said,

d, lunging forward and snatching the envelope from the floor

c. The housekeeper looked at her with

ealized with a terrifying clarity that there w

of the penthouse. She had to follow him. She had

g on pure instinct, drove straight

he saw it. Julian's familiar Bentley, pa

d gripping the envelope, an

, searching for him. Remembering he had used

ly stand at a distance, staring at the floor indicator as the n

he was an outsider in her own husband's life, unable

at was she supposed to do? Confront him? Turn around and l

people rush past, trying to steady h

to consume her, a voic

are you d

there holding a takeout coffee, staring at her with surprise. "I j

her carefully constructed composure crumble. S

her voice trembling,