Too Late, Mr. CEO: You Lost Her

hing that defined me-to buy the fir

ay, Dustin left me alone to celeb

't apologize. He threw a fifty-thousand-dollar

Jami broke into our safe and stole m

ck, she snapped the eighty

response, my husba

nightstand. Blood poured down my fac

ambulance. He didn't

body to comfort his mistress

ey came to where I was hiding, accused me of being clumsy, and t

he one who designed, coded, and install

era to my private clou

aulting me. I had the audi

ial-the man who owned the bank

ed parents and pulled u

r hovering over the 'Send' button to the Di

pte

ana

mahogany desk certainly wasn't mine, but the shark-tooth brac

e office I had personally designed, hol

against my face,

t even look up f

urrowed in that intense way that used t

made me fee

n," I said, my voice soundin

a hand dismissively without shifting his gaze

coffee near t

t was screa

fessional clutter, and that cheap, neon v

thumping a slow, heavy

kitchen and ch

d been done

heat, just like the conversation I ha

een

ge that smelled like

everything that defined who I

tor, his first employ

o made sure his coffee was

buzzed in

n unsaved number, bu

the way

d was a

light, but I recognized the

e hand resting on a

Dustin'

ilippe I had saved for three years t

ntil the image seemed to

dn't

the last six months to fill th

cold, hard stone

back to t

ing now, talking

rilliant. No, serious

chair around

nstantly, replaced b

Eliana? I told

birthday,

tretched between u

ed, once

the calendar

e said.

n't ap

stand up

ples like I was a head

Jami and the team are waiting for me at

to the office?

being so sensitive. You k

abbing his keys

e shark-tooth

to you," he said,

t kiss m

levator doors c

n his phone, a small sm

t going

oing to

not w

itchen and took the dr

irectly into

e bathroom and op

ancy test I had boug

t used

at the un

m in the cold, dark

o be the support

anchor that held him stea

orm, I would beco