I walked into the sleek, modern lobby of Atkins Construction, my heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floors. The lights reflected off the smooth surfaces, making the place shine. It was beautiful, a symbol of everything we had built over the years. My family’s hard work, our legacy, and the empire we’d carefully constructed. But today, it felt empty. Cold. The shine that once made me proud now felt sterile, like everything had lost its warmth. Every corner of the space felt distant, hollow, and it wasn’t the marble floors or glass walls that made it feel this way. It was the turmoil churning inside me.
All I could think about was Charlie. My son. The little boy who had been my everything for years. And then there was Sarah.
I wasn’t the type to mix family drama with busine
