In her dream later that night,
Chloe's heart pounded as the door's slam echoed through the quiet apartment.
She couldn't let it end like this—not with Gordon walking away, his trust shattered.
Wiping her tears, she bolted to the door, flinging it open just in time to see his broad shoulders retreating down the hallway toward the elevator.
"Gordon, wait!" Her voice cracked, her feets tapping against the floor as she hurried after him.
He paused, hands akimbo, but didn't turn. His back was firm, the line of his jaw visible even from behind. "Go back inside, Chloe. This is over."
She reached him, breath coming in shaky bursts, her dress swirling around her legs.
"Please, just listen. One more time. I swear on everything—my career, my heart—that I never spied. My uncle pressured me, yes
