It was the first rain of autumn.
The heavy droplets lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the glittering Manhattan skyline into a smear of cold, gray light. The storm outside mirrored the hollow, echoing wasteland inside my chest.
Logan was gone. He had left before dawn, wearing his sharpest suit and a look of grim determination. Today was the day. The final, brutal board meeting where he would either secure the Vanguard acquisition and crush Victor Vance’s hostile takeover, or lose a massive portion of his empire.
I love you. Only you. He had whispered it to my closed bedroom door before he left, thinking I was asleep.
I hadn't slept in days.
I stood in the center of the massive walk-in closet, surrounded by rows of designer dresses, Birkin bags, and
