Elira sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at the flash drive in her palm. The file inside could tank a billion-dollar merger and destroy Soren’s legacy in one breath. But it was also their only chance of getting their son back.
She hated how cold her fingers felt. How sharp her conscience had grown.
Behind her, Soren adjusted the cuffs of his suit, watching her through the reflection in the mirror.
“You hesitate like it means something,” he said quietly.
She looked up. “Doesn’t it?”
He turned to face her fully, stepping forward until he knelt between her knees.
“You think I care about a company more than I care about our child?”
“You used to,” she whispered.
“Not anymore.”
He kissed her then—soft, reverent, like an apology and a promise in one.
They didn’t make love that ni
