Dominic kept his word on the divorce agreement, leaving me the $30 million penthouse on Grand Avenue and putting $20 million in my account before he moved in with Isla at a newly bought estate, fast.
The day the signed papers came, I didn't stay in the Crown District a second longer—I sold the penthouse as fast as I could, liquidated all my jewelry, and bought a plane ticket to a quiet town in Pinehaven, where I bought a small two-bedroom cabin under heavy winter snow.
For the first three months I was barely alive, lying in bed day and night, unable to tell sunlight from dark, haunted by nightmares that made me relive the agony of the electroshock treatments every time I closed my eyes, until the only way I could force myself to sleep was with handfuls of pills. The past was even more to
