Her own version of Camden’s promise.
After the vote.
Once he had the promotion.
After the next achievement.
Everyone in Camden’s life had been waiting for the day after his ambition was finally satisfied.
There was always another day.
Another title.
Another excuse.
“You thought you’d replace me.”
Sloane looked down.
“Yes.”
Her candor startled me.
I asked, “Did you love him?”
Her face tightened.
“I thought I did.”
I acknowledged it.
The elevator opened.
As I entered, she said, “He told me you didn’t care about him anymore.”
I faced him.
“He told me you stayed because you liked being Mrs. Royce. He said your marriage had been over for years.”
I’d imagined confronting her in fury.
Instead, exhaustion came.
“He told me you were just an employee.”
Sloane’s face crumpled.
That was our difference.
He lied to her about me.
He lied to me about myself.
