Bella POV
I made it back to the penthouse before I fell apart completely. The elevator doors had barely closed before the first sob broke free, raw and ugly and years overdue. I pressed my back against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the floor, my expensive suit wrinkling, my carefully styled hair falling loose from its pins.
Seeing him today, I could barely breathe.
I'd prepared for this moment for years. I'd practiced what I'd say, how I'd look at him with cold indifference, how I'd prove that he meant nothing to me anymore. I'd built an empire specifically to show him what he'd thrown away.
But the moment I'd turned around and seen those grey eyes, the ones I saw every morning in my son's face, my lungs had forgotten how to work.
The elevator doors opened on the penth
