Rachel walked through the polished marble lobby of Coles Group with elegance and quiet curiosity. The building radiated power, prestige—and secrets. She’d been here a few times before for charity meetings, always welcomed with respect as the elegant widow of a legacy family.
But today, something felt different.
The image of James—her charming, intelligent, sweet partner—arguing with that young woman in the shadows of a parking structure last night wouldn’t leave her mind.
He had claimed to be working late. But something in Rachel’s bones told her there was more.
And she was done ignoring the signs.
She met Caleb Coles, Chase’s half-brother, in a private executive lounge on the 23rd floor. He greeted her warmly.
“Mrs. Whitley,” he smiled, offering her coffee. “A pleasure as always.”
