I sit in my car outside Maribel's apartment for twenty minutes.
Can't move. Can't think. Can't process what just happened.
Lucien quit the escort service. For me. Because of me. Because he couldn't keep pretending with other people when all he wanted was to be real with me.
That's huge. That's terrifying. That's—
My phone rings. Julian.
I stare at his name on the screen. Let it go to voicemail. Then immediately regret it because now he knows I'm avoiding him.
It rings again.
"What?" I answer, sharper than I intended.
"We need to discuss the apartment." His voice is cold. Businesslike. "My lawyer says you're being unreasonable about the division of assets."
"I haven't even responded to his proposal yet."
"Exactly. It's been three days, Seraphina. This isn't a negotiation. These ar
