"Just now, when I asked you to come back to me, to start over—you weren't surprised at all. You saw it coming."
His voice was already hoarse, and now his cry was filled with such helplessness and sorrow that it hurt to hear. "Chloe, this is your revenge, isn't it?"
Her heart trembled. She held the little boy tightly in her arms, afraid to turn and look at Liam Martin's face. "You're wrong, Liam. I never wanted revenge. Because I never truly knew you—how could I talk about revenge? I'm just tired. I don't want to stand there waiting for you anymore."
Everyone had said he'd come back. Only she hadn't dared to hope.
In front of Liam Martin, Chloe Bishop—New York City's top socialite—had never been confident.
She hadn't wanted things to end up like this.
She didn't understand. Hadn't he
