Chloe admiring herself in the massive mirror in the entryway

an a hand down the silk of her dress, a picture of

nal, but she was also practical. She had nowhere else to go, no career to fall back on. She had given all that up for him. She

around his waist. "Where would she go without you?" She leaned her head on h

r phone. "Maybe we should go to that new club opening tonight? Everyone

ought of showing off Chloe, of showing everyone he was fine, was appealing. It

d her. She was careful to include a corner of Liam's "Innovator of the Year" award in the frame. She posted it on her Insta

d a small, private social media presence, was silent. Her friends started calling and texting her, but the messages went unanswe

who wanted his money or his influence. He introduced Chloe as "a brilliant

ed him aside. "Dude, is tha

break," Liam s

ar's Eve? I just saw Chloe's Instagram sto

. She always does." He was so used to being the center of Anya's world that he couldn't ima

captured by a dozen camera phones. He was sending a message to Anya, wherever

texts from Anya. There was nothing. Just a cold,

ught that she might actually be gone, truly and irrevocably gone, was too foreign to even consider. He would give her a few days of silence, l