Larissa stared out the window, the city lights blurring into streaking tears of yellow and white. The luxury car pulled into the underground garage, but the relief of being home was nonexistent. Home was supposed to be her sanctuary, the place where Jasper would shield her from the corporate shrapnel. Instead, it was just another echo chamber, amplifying the sound of his silence from the boardroom.
The tension they brought into the penthouse was thick and suffocating, heavier than the most elaborate piece of furniture. It was the silence of two people who had nothing left to say, because the most important thing, trust, had just fractured.
Jasper was the first to move, walking toward the bar with a stiff, almost robotic gait. He didn't ask what she wanted; he didn't even look at her. He
