house, each one a nail in the coffin of the love he once felt. He looked at her, at the fierce protection in her eye
minimalist desk in the corner, and slid open a drawer. In
ce pa
e, a desperate, pathetic plea for her to see him, t
ted line. The ink was black and final. He tossed the docu
nce crossing her face before she dismissed it. "D
ugh with it. To her, he was just a power
d, her tone shifting back to business. "You will
turned and walked out, Mark trailin
was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of polite conversation. Olivia was the ce
him to everyo
her voice filled with pride. "The arti
, the silent husband standing awkwardly in the ba
sband? He look
nothing. Just liv
rtist now. You can
f a pain he no longer allowed himself to feel. He was an
mpagne fountain, laughing
Olivia?" he aske
." Her eyes were cold, filled with impatience and a deep, cutting disdain. Sh
world of her own with the imposter. She bid aggressively on every pie
dollars for
the lovely Ms. Sterling, fo
ching a public declaration. A tech titan was lavishing her fortune on
even trying
feel like
ie of
assive. Let them talk. Let them watc
st anticipated piece of the evening! A very special work, donate
on the stage
blood r
maelstrom of black and red, twisted shapes and despe
creat
ain, his terror, his despair. It was the physical manifestation of his worst trauma. He thought it had be
start at one m
. He didn't even think. He just reacted. He had to get it back. He
o him. Olivia look
slight smile on her lips as she looked at Mark. She thought
hot back, his hands clench
She turned to Mark. "Don't worry," she whispered, loud enough for Ethan to hear. "I know
istic look on his face. "It captures a dark t
ll of i
rained. That was all he had. All the money
king, a triumphant look on her face. She was en
He leaned towards her, his voice a desperate whisper. "Don't. Yo
e saw a flicker of the girl he used to know. But
ng a fool of yourself. This painting belon
e million dollars to
It sounded like