le, hastily packed bag. The drive was long, leaving the glittering city behind for winding country roads I didn't recognize. We eventual

completely gray, but his eyes were the same-sharp and intelligent. He simply l

, filled with books and blueprints. H

," he said, his tone lea

mless hours. The shock was a heavy blanket I couldn't throw off. On the third day, he came into t

tand what you're up

ria sat at a table, looking confident and powerful. The headline rea

ng on, building an emp

. "He used to tell me every night that we were building a legac

r of our apartment, surrounded by my sketches. David ha

re. Greenhaven will make us. And once it's launched, I'll put the perfect

me producing the ideas he needed. He never intended to marry me. He was using me, bleed

lebrity gossip show. The host was gushi

ide-to-be, the brilliant Victoria Hayes. He just bought her a pe

id months ago, a daydream of where we would live after we were married. He had dismis

entity had been nothing more than a resource for him to exploit. He didn't just steal my work; he stole my vision for my own life and handed it to another woman. The