Author POV

Stephanie’s car rolled to a stop in front of the White mansion.

The moment the engine went silent, a sly smirk crossed her lips — cold, victorious. But within seconds, she forced it away, blinking rapidly until her eyes glistened. She rubbed at them, let out a shaky breath, and by the time she stepped out of the car, she was a picture of heartbreak.

Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she walked in, her expression heavy and broken. The living room lights were ...