(Liam's POV)
Chloe complained all the way back from the gala. The champagne was terrible. Her feet hurt. I gripped the steering wheel and watched the road. At a red light, I looked at the dress I had let an investor mistake for my wife's. My stomach turned.
I remembered Aria alone at old galas in the plain dresses I chose. I remembered her coding at the kitchen table while I called it a hobby. Worst of all, I heard her last phone call from the garage and my own voice telling her to stop being dramatic.
Aria Sterling.
Her name was on the money, the patents, and the code beneath every product Walker Industries sold. I had called the company mine while living on her loan.
I left Chloe at her apartment and kept driving. I passed the turn for the villa twice. If I went home, I would find e
