Ryan Edwards
I’d been told I had a face for poker.
That I could bluff kings with nothing but a pair of fives and a smile.
But today?
Lily shattered every ounce of composure I thought I had.
No.
That one word still echoed in my head like a gunshot.
She’d looked me dead in the eye, chin high, arms crossed, and lied through her teeth. Or maybe it wasn’t a lie. Maybe it was the ugliest truth I’d ever heard.
Either way, it cut deeper than any boardroom betrayal, , deeper than every bad decision I’d made in the last six years.
I’d rather take a bullet than hear her say she didn’t love me.
Theo found me in my office hours later, sitting behind my desk with untouched scotch in my glass. He shut the door softly, hands in his pockets.
“You look like hell.”
“Feel like it,” I muttered.
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