Sebastian Hale had built his life on control.
In business, in power, in his perfectly curated world—he held the reins with a steady hand. Decisions were made with precision. Deals were closed with ruthless efficiency. There was no room for uncertainty. No room for chaos.
But as he stood in the quiet of his study, his grip on that control slipped with every passing second.
The image of Marcus’s name on Isabelle’s lips kept playing in his mind, an unwanted loop he couldn’t shake.
Marcus. Inviting his children to some family-friendly event. Acting like he had a place in their lives. Like he had a place with Isabelle.
Sebastian’s fingers curled into fists. He hated the jealousy twisting inside him, hated the helplessness even more. But the worst part—the part that kept him pacing the room
