Reed
Packing my belongings took exactly ten minutes but the emotional weight of zipping up that single leather duffel bag felt monumental.
For five years, the east wing of the Wyatt estate had been my self-imposed prison. Every night, I had walked into this silent suite, taken off my armor and stared at the ceiling, wondering if I would ever earn the right to sleep beside my wife again.
And now, my five-year exile was ending… all because Wendy had been too adorably flustered to invite me herself, sending our five-year-old son to deliver the eviction notice.
A quiet laugh escaped my chest as I slung the duffel bag over my shoulder.
The image of her completely flushed face, pressed against the hallway wall as she tried to defend her delegation strategy. It had been playing on a continuo
