Emily’s POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone, fingers tapping against my knee. The city lights spilled through the window, reflecting off the screen. The message I was about to send felt like a betrayal…to myself, to everything I’d fought for. But it was also a move, a necessary one.

I exhaled sharply, then typed:

‘Dad, I’m back with Cole. We’re fixing things.’

A beat passed. Then another.

My phone vibrated.

‘Good. I knew you’d come to your senses.’

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. My father had never hidden his opinions…he believed in power, in keeping our companies aligned, in making sure the Greyson...