Brooke POV
Two hours earlier
I sat in my bedroom in Emberwood with my laptop balanced on my knees. I was trying to push through my medical school registration. I was scrolling my inbox for the documents I needed when an email subject line stopped me cold. 'Customized order wristwatch is ready.'
I opened it, and it all came back to me. Months ago, I had commissioned a custom watch for Nathan. It was my gift for him stepping into the CEO role at the family company. Back then it had felt important, a way of telling him I was proud of him. But after that, all we had done was fight. And somewhere in the wreckage of our marriage, I had completely forgotten the order existed.
I wanted to cancel it. The company wouldn't allow that. And besides, I knew how much Nathan loved watches, especially
