Chapter 83
DAMIAN’S POV
I had spent the entire morning pretending I wasn't thinking about Angela.
It wasn't working.
Every time I looked at my phone, I expected to see her name.
Nothing.
I had meetings stacked from morning until evening, but for once, numbers and contracts weren't enough to occupy my mind.
Three children.
A home.
A future.
She had said those things so casually, yet somehow they had stayed with me.
Not because I didn't want them.
I did.
I wanted everything she had described.
The quiet home. The children running around. Coming back from work and knowing someone was waiting for me.
I wanted Angela in that picture.
That was the problem.
I wasn't sure she wanted me in hers.
My secretary placed a file on my desk.
"Mr. Damian, the Westbridge documents."
"Leave
