She picked up his phone to check the time. She wasn't looking for anything — she'd remember that later, turning it over like a stone. But the screen was lit, and the name was there, and the message wasn't the first.
Don't be late this time.
For twenty years, Adrienne Cahill was the woman who made a beautiful life look effortless.
She arranged the peonies so they seemed to land by accident.
She ran her husband's foundation with no title and no salary.
She set a fourteen-chair table that was only ever occupied by two — and she stopped, somewhere along the way, being the artist she was before she became Donovan's wife.
She doesn't scream. She lines the phone back up with the edge of the marble, exactly where it was, and she starts building a case, and a way out.
She wants nothing of his. Only the woman she used to be, and a life with her own name on the door.
If he wants her back, he waits — and he comes to her.
A second-chance billionaire romance. Betrayal, a wife who rebuilds her own name, grovel, and a hard-won reconciliation. Open door.
