Max's POV
"Send her in."
I raised a brow as the door opened, the scent of expensive perfume hitting before she even stepped in.
Eliza.
Of course.
Immaculate as ever — white tailored blazer, dark jeans, heels that probably cost more than my car. Her lipstick was sharp enough to cut glass, her expression smooth and unreadable.
"Well," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Didn't expect to see you here. You've been ghosting my calls since the wedding. What's changed? Get bored of ruining Nate's life from afar?"
A faint smirk curved her lips. "Don't flatter yourself, Max. I've been busy."
I gave a short, humourless laugh. "Busy plotting, I assume."
Her gaze flicked to me, calm and deliberate. "Busy cleaning up the mess your ex and mine have created. The city can't sto
