Grayson’s Office

Lena snapped out of her imaginations as her fingers tightened around her purse as she stood in front of Grayson’s desk. The weight of his cold stare pressed down on her, making it harder to breathe.

He didn’t speak right away.

Instead, he leaned back in his chair, watching her with those sharp blue eyes that once held warmth, but not anymore.

Not for her.

“Let me get this straight,” he said, his voice calm but laced with something sharp. “You want me to pretend like nothing happened? To sit at the same table with your mother, smile, and play the role of the perfect husband?”

Lena’s chest...