POV: Maxwell
The silence in the mansion had become a living, breathing monster.
It had been exactly twenty-one days since Fiona swept up the broken glass in her bedroom.
For three weeks, I had lived with a ghost. She never raised her voice neither did she ever asked for anything. When we passed each other in the long hallways, her eyes looked right through me as if I were entirely invisible.
Truth be told, the void of her presence was destroying me.
I was Maxwell Jordan. I negotiated billion-dollar mergers before breakfast. I commanded boardrooms filled with the most ruthless men on Wall Street. But sitting in my empty study, I was completely unraveled.
I could not sleep and I could not focus on the endless barrage of emails from my board of directors.
Camilla had tried to com
