Elena got out of the taxi quickly, her hands still clutching the folder of unfinished designs. She was already late, and this was not her habit. Nathan certainly didn't like waiting, especially when it came to work.

But before she could step inside the grand office building, a figure stood in her way.

Damian, her ex-husband.

Elena halted her steps, her jaw hardening at the sight of the man standing with an arrogant expression on his face. Neat as ever, wearing an expensive suit, as if he had never lacked anything in his life.

"What a rush you're in. Where are you going?" Damian's voice sounded cold, but full of...