EDMUND’S POV
I have stood in boardrooms while deals collapsed.
I have sat across tables from men who wanted to destroy everything I built and smiled at them while I dismantled their arguments one by one. I have made decisions that cost millions and announced them without a tremor in my voice. I have been, for the better part of two decades, a man who does not rattle easily.
So I could not explain why I was standing at the bottom of my own staircase at ten o’clock at night, watching the empty space where my wife had just been, feeling like something had shifted beneath my feet without making a sound.
Rebecca had walked away from me.
That was all. She had simply turned and walked up the stairs with the particular unhurried quality she had always carried, no rush, no stumble, no backwa
