I had never imagined I would step back into Cross Enterprises under these terms. Two weeks ago, I had packed my personal belongings into a cardboard box, fully prepared to walk away from this glass monolith forever.
Now, the gold-tinted doors opened, and I walked through the main lobby beside Damon Cross.
The moment our heels clicked against the marble floor, the morning chatter in the bullpen died down completely. Dozens of eyes swung in our direction. Staff members, department heads, and senior analysts froze mid-conversation. The morning news had already exploded with headlines detailing our marriage, and the entire corporate empire was currently buzzing with shock.
They were whispering, measuring, and speculating behind their polite smiles. I knew what I was stepping into when I sig
