Chloe's POV

Minutes pass, and he’s still not here. I hated waiting. I hated uncertainty. The wine has lost its appeal, and so has the wait. I set the glass down, its base clicking against the marble table, and head to the bathroom. Time to clear my head.

As the warm water cascades over my skin, I close my eyes and let the steam wrap around me like a cocoon.

I stood there in the bath, the water cascading down my body, soothing my mind as I replayed my plan over and over again. Every detail was perfect—or so I hoped.

But my moment of solitude is shattered when a...