Aloe's POV
Wakes arrived at sunset, his footsteps echoing down the hallway with the measured pace of a man who owned everything in sight.
I'd been expecting him—dreading him since Dr. Chen's visit that afternoon. The confrontation was inevitable.
I was sitting by the window when he entered, still in my silk pajamas, watching the ocean turn gold in the dying light. I didn't turn around, couldn't bear to see his face yet.
"Hello, darling." His voice was soft, almost gentle, which somehow made it worse. "I'm sorry I couldn't be here when you woke up. Business emergency."
Business emergency. Right. Probably dealing with the media circus that had apparently erupted around our marriage.
"The view is spectacular from here, isn't it?" He moved to stand beside me, his reflection appearing in
