Chapter 23
Laura
I left the coffee shop still replaying Mia’s dramatic “I hate him” rant about Kylan, a small smile tugging at my lips despite everything. For a few minutes her frustration had made me felt almost normal — a silly distraction in the middle of my completely messed-up life. But the moment I stepped back into the apartment, the smile died on my face.
Kyle was already home. I could hear him moving around in his study, the low murmur of a phone call cutting through the quiet. I tried to slip upstairs without being noticed, but his voice stopped me cold on the third step.
“Laura.”
I froze, fingers tightening on the railing. “What?”
He appeared in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the ruthless husband His eyes dragged over me slowly — assessing, unreadable.
