awn, having not slept at all. She was
e walked downstairs to the dining area. Julian was already there
tightening around the envelope,
n, his p
nged. He stood abruptly and walked out onto the terrace
ry f
s voice a low, urgent murmur. She knew, with a gut-
idn't want to do this now, not when her hands were shaking and her hea
nto her designer tote bag on the console t
im. He grabbed his jacket. "I have t
departure as abrupt and dismissive as ever.
eeping into her bones. She wouldn't just s
rab her things, the housekeeper was wiping down the console
rom the open bag, sliding hal
you," the housekeeper said,
d, lunging forward and snatching the envelope from the floor
c. The housekeeper looked at her with
ealized with a terrifying clarity that there w
of the penthouse. She had to follow him. She had
g on pure instinct, drove straight
he saw it. Julian's familiar Bentley, pa
d gripping the envelope, an
, searching for him. Remembering he had used
ly stand at a distance, staring at the floor indicator as the n
he was an outsider in her own husband's life, unable
at was she supposed to do? Confront him? Turn around and l
ry past, the world starting to blur at the edges.
reath, trying to stay upright
to consume her, a voic
are you d
there holding a takeout coffee, staring at her with surprise. "I j
arefully constructed composure crumble. She grabbed
her voice trembling,
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