Lily’s POV...
The morning light poured through the blinds, too bright, too harsh. My head still ached from crying, and my body felt like I’d been run over by a storm. Maybe I had.
I was late. Again.
I rushed through my routine, threw on a blouse and skirt that didn’t need ironing, tied my hair into a quick ponytail, and prayed Andrew wouldn’t notice my tired eyes — or worse, the distance I was trying so hard to rebuild between us.
I couldn’t forget last night.
The rain.
The truth.
The way he’d looked at me — half apology, half longing — while I fell apart in his arms.
And now I had to face him in a meeting.
Perfect.
By the time I reached the company lobby, the place buzzed with quiet tension. Assistants moved like clockwork, clutching files, whispering, stealing glances toward th
