Shattered Vases, Broken Promises

ul voice on the phone sent a tremor of real fear through her, a fear that overshadowe

d warned her, told her that a man who builds his empire on foundations of steel and glass might have a heart made of the same material

nd. Divorcing Liam felt more inevitable than ever, a thought that was both terrifying and liberating. But she couldn't do

y pleasantries feeling more unbearable than usual. She needed to talk to Liam, to ask him for the money. The thought of it

rare, neutral mood. But her plans were shattered when h

brisk. "Mr. Patterson has requested that you meet him at the

hated those site visits. They were always a performance, a show for h

potential of the waterfront redevelopment," the a

said, her voice shaking slightly.

her off, a hint of impatience in her tone. "H

west employee. The thought of rebelling, of just saying no and walking out, flashed through he

grily wiped it away. Crying wouldn't solve anything. She sent a qu

osed and deleted a hundred times. 'Liam, we need to talk. I want a divorce.' He

standing by the elevators, talking to Ava. He had his back to Chloe, but he was laughing, his head tilted towards her sister in

Chloe's heart. Tonight, she would play