Hailey's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about Maxwell's words from three nights ago.
The problem was, I wanted to believe him. To believe he'd stay and not leave. But every time I tried, Floyd's face would flash through my mind. The way he'd looked at me six years ago when he'd slid those divorce papers across his desk. How easy it had been for him to walk away.
And I'd go crazy all over again.
Now Max and I existed in this awful limbo. Moving through the penthouse like ghosts. We'd take turns with Gio, tag-teaming bedtime and breakfast, but never together. Never close enough to acknowledge what had happened between us.
It was exhausting.
I was buried in quarterly projections when my phone rang. It was Christina.
"We need to talk. In person. Now."
The urgency in her voice made my st
