Reed
The ride back to the estate was suffocatingly quiet.
I sat in the back of the Maybach, watching the city skyline fade in the rearview mirror.
I had given her exactly what she asked for. I had taken her to the foundation. I had bought her the cake from Le Gâteau. I had given her the city. I had done everything in my power to show her that I wasn’t her warden, that the life we were building wasn’t a cage.
But it hadn’t worked.
The entire day, Wendy had been absent. She was physically beside me, smiling when she was supposed to smile, eating the cake, thanking the staff but she was a million miles away.
When we stood in her office, I had stepped close behind her, waiting for her to lean back into my chest the way she used to. Instead, she had taken a deliberate step forward, putti
