Aria adjusted the rearview mirror, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel as she parked her sleek black car a block away from the towering Delarney Corporation headquarters. The sight of it still made her chest tighten, though she would never admit it to anyone—not even to herself.
The building was a monument to everything she had lost. She’d once dreamed of this place, not as it stood now, but in its infancy, when she and Henri were young and optimistic. Back then, they had planned to build something from the ground up—something small, manageable, but meaningful. It had been their passion project, their way of carving a legacy separate from the Moretti name or her old money connections.
And for a while, they had succeeded.
Her eyes lingered on the polished glass façade, gleaming
