Chapter 3: The Name He Forgot
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The car moved through the city in silence, the lights blurring into streaks against the glass. I didn’t ask where we were going. I didn’t need to.
“You’ve changed,” he said eventually.
“So have you.”
A faint smile touched his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Not enough.”
When the car stopped, I already knew where we were.
Sinclair Tower.
I hadn’t returned in three years—not since I had chosen to walk away from everything it represented. From everything I was.
“You don’t have to go back,” he said quietly.
“Don’t I?”
His gaze held mine. “They didn’t come looking for you.”
“They didn’t need to.”
Because I had made my decision. I stepped out of the car, the air sharper here, more familiar. The doors opened before I reached them.
“Miss Sinclair,” the receptionist greeted immediately.
The title settled differently.
Not someone’s wife.
Just me.
“Yes,” I said.
“Welcome back.” The words carried weight.
“You never told him,” he said behind me.
“There was nothing to tell.”
“That you were never his to begin with?”
I smiled faintly. “Something like that.”
We entered the private elevator, silence settling again between us.
“Does he know who you are?” he asked.
I met my reflection in the mirrored wall.
“No.” The doors opened. “And he won’t.”
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