Lexi felt the words slice through her.
The atmosphere in the penthouse had shifted.
Lexi moved through the halls like she didn’t belong there anymore, like she was walking through someone else’s life. Her routines were the same—coffee in the morning, phone calls with Rachel, running her event company—but her heart wasn’t in it.
Because her home didn’t feel like a home.
It felt like a trap.
She hadn’t spoken more than five words to Julian in two days. Not after the Cavanaugh fallout. Not after he’d said what he said.
If you don’t trust me, maybe we have a bigger problem.
It echoed in her head like a curse.
She couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t think. She was exhausted.
But Julian? He seemed… fine. He still worked late. Still checked on Adriana like she was some fragile bird. Still didn’t lo
