Chapter 32
Ethan Ashford’s Penthouse
7:44 p.m.
Ethan stood in front of the bookshelf in his sitting room, holding a glass of port in his hand. Still as a statue, he studied the photograph in the silver frame from where Sophia smiled at him for a long time.
She was perfect for me. He drank his wine in a gulp, putting the glass carefully on the side table next to the sofa. Why is it that the women I love don’t love me back? Why do I have to live with these ghosts in my life? It’s all Calista’s fault.
He stepped uncertainly toward the bedroom, where the stunning brunette he had hired was taking a nap. His azure gaze swung back to the photo, a fierce longing piercing his body, almost causing him to curl in pain. How can two women look so much alike?
He picked up his phone and speed-diale
