The morning after felt different. Warmer. Softer.
Amelia woke to find Alexander already dressed, standing by the window with a coffee cup in hand. But when he turned toward her, there was no icy mask, no distance. Just a faint, unreadable softness in his gray eyes.
“Good morning,” he said, voice low.
Her heart fluttered. “Good morning.”
For a moment, she let herself believe this was their new beginning.
But reality came crashing in that afternoon.
They were at Stone Tower, Amelia sitting quietly in his office while Alexander reviewed documents, when the door burst open. His assistant looked pale, almost frantic.
“Sir… there’s someone here to see you. She insisted.”
Before Alexander could respond, a tall, elegant woman strode into the office as if she owned it. Blond hair swept into
