Kylie’s Pov
The home gym’s cold walls loomed around me, and the sharp scent of rubber mixed with sweat filled the air. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city stretched endlessly, a stark reminder of the freedom I lacked. My feet pounded against the treadmill, the rhythmic thud echoing in my ears like a relentless heartbeat.
“Come on, faster,” I muttered, slamming my hand against the speed controls. The treadmill whirred in response, but my thoughts drifted back to the Hayes and my father’s last words. “Focus on planning the wedding. Leave the family business to me.”
Frustration surged through me, and I recalled snapping at Micah. “I don’t need the perfect flowers. I need to be in that room with my father!” The memory ignited my anger.
Finally, my legs felt like lead, and I slo
