Richard pov.
Richard, you just got divorced.
Susan walked into the penthouse like she owned the place. Her heels made sharp clicks on the marble floor, echoing through the quiet room.
She stopped in the middle of the living room, hands on her hips, eyes scanning every corner.
I stood back, leaning against the doorway, watching her take charge. She was like a force of nature, and I liked it. No hesitation. No second-guessing.
Susan was strong, confident, and every bit the woman I had always wanted by my side. No pretense, no forced affection. Just her, raw and real.
“This place needs a makeover,” she declared, her eyes sweeping over the furniture. “It still smells like her.”
I watched as she called for the servants. They came rushing in, looking nervous. Susan was already pointing
