“Your mother never told you why she really divorced me.”
The words tore through the dead silence of the marble corridor, echoing violently against the high ceiling. They hit my spine like a localized electric shock, instantly paralyzing my legs. My heavy leather tote bag slipped an inch down my shoulder. The floor tilted dangerously beneath my feet.
I stood frozen in the center of the hallway, my chest seizing as the phantom weight of my father’s sentence settled over me.
Beside me, the rhythmic, commanding thud of Marcus’s footsteps abruptly stopped.
The towering ruler of the Vance Group stood perfectly still. Slowly, deliberately, the billionaire turned his head. He looked back over his broad shoulder, staring down the long expanse of the corridor toward the open boardroom doors. He
