The skyline of the city shimmered under the late afternoon sun, glass towers reflecting light like shards of fire. Bella stood on the balcony of her new office, letting the cool wind whip through her hair as she took a long, steadying breath. One year. A year had passed since she had walked away from Damien, from CrossCorp, from the chaos he brought into her life. A year of rebuilding herself, of learning to breathe without constantly feeling the weight of his presence pressing down on her.
Her new job wasn’t glamorous, but it was safe. Safe from him. Safe from the temptation, the magnetic pull she had never been able to resist. She had carved out a little corner of the corporate world for herself, working tirelessly to earn respect, to prove she could succeed without the drama of billion
