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asty exit. She didn't say much, just sat on the cold floor with me amidst the wre

she said softly into the silence,

umb the hollow ache in my chest. I watched her, her expression earnest, hopeful.

ellence, home to The Sawyer Conservatory, the most prestigious cooking school in the

to inherit. The plan was always for me to graduate from the Culinary Institute of Ameri

semester in New York

lvania on his shoulders like a shield. He was determined to make a name for himself wit

im, I era

city where the Sawyer name meant nothing in the architectural world he was so desperate to conquer. For five yea

ulting firm paired with his architectural designs, had landed major contracts. We we

s own success, I could tell him the truth. That he would see m

ecame secu

point of telling him now?" I murmured, m

ome home," Janel urged, her vo

" I whispered. The word felt fore

parents will be ecstatic. Your mom has been holdi

'll book your flight. First one out tomorrow. They do

r home, usually filled with the scent of whatever recipe I was testing, felt cold and sterile. I m

ng over Jace' s contact, before a notification popped u

against my ribs

His arm was draped casually around her chair, his fingers just inches from hers on the mouse. The capt

late night at the office, and then a text around 2 a.m. saying he was crashing on the o

ly constructed. A life built on a lie to protect a man's fragile ego

lips. At least we never got aroun

ed-on wife. I wouldn' t even

as