Our inexpensive apartment.
Our vending-machine suppers.
Us.
“Yes,” I said.
His expression tightened.
“Then how did we get here?”
I could blame Sloane.
Ambition too.
Or money.
Or the company.
Those were circumstances, not causes.
The answer was straightforward.
“You started believing love meant I should never stand in your way.”
He lowered his gaze.
“And I spent too long believing love meant I should move.”
I left him under the chandeliers.
Six months afterward, our divorce was final.
I reclaimed Hart.
Elena Hart.
Seeing my name on paper felt like rediscovering the woman I’d neglected but who’d remained waiting.
I didn’t take the CEO role, although that was the outcome many observers imagined after the scandal.
Many expected that.
The press certainly did.
Heiress Revealed in Corporate Gala Scandal.
Secret Investor Topples Husband.
The headlines glamorized it.
It wasn’t glamorous.
Discovering your husband’s affair held no glamour.
