n Sebastian finally came h
ne of the white armchairs, staring out at the
hallway and the scent of him. He walked in, tossing his
s blinding. Catherine bl
ne irritable. He looked tired, but it was a satisfied kind
ove. "Why does she
the bar, loosening his tie. "
s.
ine. Half of New York owns one. It's a stat
ary," Catherine said, her voice low. "You gave it to her
said, shrugging. "My assistan
se report to you?" Catherine asked
ss down on the counter. L
ed, turning to face her. "You're
tian. She is working in your offi
Do you understand that? Her father died bankrupt. She has no fa
ng in the air
him. So that was i
ll herself?" Cat
e and responsibility. "Because I chose to marry you. I bro
ng. You have the house. You have the status. You h
d, though it sounded more like a command. "S
legs felt weak. The unfa
am. My body is failing me. I am sca
y was the reason he prioritized her. If Catherine told him she was sick, she would jus
n too," sh
was already looking at his p
nnounced. "I have an early flight tomo
houlder brushing against
back of the sofa to st
the empty room. She let out a laugh
ck of the apartment. It was her sanctuary
nstead, opening the digital sketching app. She began to draw furiously, the stylus scratching against the glass. She didn'
. As she worked, the files automatically synced to the private fam
buzzed on
. A text from an
to. Grainy, old, scanned fr
college party. Sebastian was looking at Serena with an expressi
photo was
oked at you
at the screen unt
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