ROSETTE’S POV
It had been three days since I’d dissolved Blackwell Industries.
Three days since Zavien Giordani had walked into my boardroom and turned my world sideways.
Three days since I’d stood in the circle of his arms and let Ethan believe I’d been f*****g another man throughout our marriage.
Three days of drowning myself in work until even my wolf was snarling at me to stop.
Rest, she growled. You’re exhausting us.
I ignored her.
The stack of reports on my desk had grown into a small mountain. Quarterly projections. Acquisition proposals. Territory disputes that needed mediating.
Integration plans for the former Blackwell assets. Every decision landed on my shoulders now, and I refused to let a single one slip through the cracks.
My father had warned me this would happen. T
