Stella POV
The Rolls-Royce disappeared at the end of the drive, its polished body catching the afternoon sun like it was mocking me. I didn’t move. I stood at the window until the gleam was gone, staring at my reflection in the glass. The face looking back at me was still beautiful, still sharp—but my mouth was set, my jaw locked, and my eyes burning with rage.
The air in the house felt wrong. Thinner. Colder.
She was gone.
Susan.
Gone with him.
The richest man in New York City.
It wasn’t David Lexington I wanted—men like him were nothing new. What I wanted was the life he carried around like a perfectly tailored suit. Influence. Power. It provided a sense of freedom from worry. It provided a level of security that ensured you never had to second-guess anything.
This sense of se
