Smith's POV.

It had been three days since I last heard her voice.

Stevie-lou. Petunia. Whatever name she was using now.

Three days since I dropped the charges. Three days since I had my lawyers bury the story so deep no one would ever find it again. No reporters. No press releases. No digital trail. I did everything I could to erase her from the headlines...erase her from the mess she helped create. But I couldn’t erase her from me. No matter how hard I tried.

I told myself I hated her.

I told myself I should.

Hell, I did hate what she did. Lying to me. Betraying me. She...