The baby had finally fallen asleep as it was a quiet night, his tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. Ann walked softly out of the nursery, closing the door behind her with care. The penthouse was still, filled only with the soft ticking of a clock and the distant hum of the city outside.
She expected to find Richard in his room or working in the study, but instead, she saw him sitting on the living room floor, his back leaning against the couch, a glass of water untouched beside him. The lamp beside him cast a soft glow, and something about the way he sat his shoulders slumped, hands clenched told her something wasn’t right. “Richard?” she said gently. He looked up. His eyes were red. Ann froze. She had never seen him like this before. Not Richard Knight the powerful CEO, the
