The early light of dawn crept into Alec’s penthouse like an unwelcome guest, bleeding through the edges of thick blackout curtains that had failed to keep the world at bay. The air inside the apartment was heavy with silence—thick, suffocating silence that pressed down on him like a weight. Alec sat on the edge of the leather couch, a bottle of scotch half-empty beside him, his eyes bloodshot and rimmed with the exhaustion of a sleepless night.
The divorce papers were still lying on the marble table where he had tossed them hours ago. Neat, official, final.
Selena’s signature.
It burned itself into his mind like acid.
She had really done it.
She had really walked away from him.
The woman he had wrapped his life around—so completely, so devastatingly—had found the courage to cut the c
