yer. The office was on the 30th floor of a glass skyscraper, with a view of

ning her prenuptial agreement

calm and even. "I want to prepare the papers now,

with professional sympathy. "Of course, Mrs. Santos. We

elease. She stopped at a small cafe and bought a container of chicken noodle soup and a thermos of hot tea, th

e door, she saw Ariana sitting by his bed. She was trying to feed him soup, but her movements wer

a cried, dabbing at the mess with

but gentle. He reached up and wiped a

shaking. "The doctor said the smoke inhalation was severe. I

"It was worth it. As

h adoration. "You always wanted to be a neurosurgeo

didn' t give it up. I becam

confused. "Wha

r head. You were unconscious for almost a minute. I' ve never been so scared in my life. That was the day I

lling to the floor with a soft thud. She didn' t not

s life' s ambition. I

flying to her mouth. "

s arms, burying her face

r as if he sensed something. But then his arms wrapped around her,

ion blurred. She turned and walked away, her steps silent and

into one of Blake' s colleagues, Dr. Evans.

ust coming to see

she said, he

s to him?" He thrust a manila folder into her hands. "It' s his re

, confused. Blake loved his p

, right? Sacrificing his own research... but he said it' s for

the folder. Her hands trembled as she opened it. Inside was Blake' s official lett

ness facility. The primary beneficiary and direc

very part of his life was built around Ariana. He had become a doctor for her. No

marriage certificate. A placeh

rt swelling with love for this brilliant, dedicated man. Now she realized, with sickening clarity, that even that mo

ff that path. It was

ht, unforgiving sunlight. She pulled out her pho

school. The one who had always told her she was

the second ring. "C

prisingly steady. "You know that archite

idget' s voice, full of ex

ng her lips for the first time in what felt like a

looking for office space! Something in Boston, c

ne, at the towering buildings s

nd firm. "Not Boston. Somewhere n