Sebastian’s car pulled into the driveway just as the late afternoon sun began its descent, painting the sky in hues of deep amber and muted violet. The air was still, the kind of stillness that made you hold your breath without realizing it.
The trip had been a success—on paper.
Deals closed. Shareholders satisfied. Magazine covers scheduled. Smiles rehearsed and delivered.
It was everything he expected it to be. Of course, Sebastian Hale never failed to get whatever he wanted.
But his mind had never left this house. Her. Them. His kids and how much they had bonded in the past year. But most importantly, him and Isabelle.
Every night in that hotel, he’d stared at the ceiling wondering what she was thinking. Every call had felt too short. Every silence between texts too loud.
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