arble wall, trying to slow her ragged breathing. At the end of the hall,

ollege, she had been the rich heiress of the Flowers family, chasing a proud scholarship student. That night, Callum

er took her seriously and that they were bound to go their separate ways. The memory felt

clear the humiliation. Stepping forward in her worn flat

ks onto her desk. She swore to herself right then to treat Callum like

ver the divider and lowered h

. Did your husband's co

g and took a sip of coffee t

aking care of him last nigh

onless in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking down at the endless Manha

ur Hayes, walked in holding a thick stack of documents a

idn't tu

cks since she joined the company," Callum said, his cold

tion. He placed a blue folder from the top of his s

e is the informat

ed onto the blue folder as if it held lethal

oose with one hand and threw it aside. Finally, he pressed his k

e top sheet. Her features were still striking, but deep e

outh in the photo. An invisible hand seemed to squeeze his

ice flooded back into his eyes, and he le

allen this l

endless rows of late-night clock-outs, his brows knitted toge

gaze froze on the marital status box, where o

s knuckles turned white from the force, crushin

her walking away three years ago flashed before his eye

k. The loud bang echoed through the quiet r

d, Callum's chest heaved, red

rry someone else," he gro

sk phone and punched in the

lowers to bring the latest quarterly budget sheet to my office right now.

tared toward the heavy office doors, waiting for