Julian poured himself another scotch, his fourth of the night. The amber liquid burned going down, but it didn't touch the fury coiling in his chest.
Amelia was gone. Living with Caspian f*****g Thorne. Carrying his bastard.
The restraining order had been a joke; he'd made bail within hours, but the humiliation lingered. Being dragged out of Thorne's building in handcuffs while photographers caught every second. His mother's icy disappointment over the phone. The partners at his firm looked at him like he was a liability.
Everything was crumbling, and it was all Amelia's fault.
His phone buzzed on the counter. A text from Jessica.
*Still at the office. Need help with the Morrison contracts. Should I bring them by?*
Julian stared at the message, a smile tugging at his lips despite eve
