The moment I saw her step out of that car, my heart sank.

Roman was the one driving. Of course, it had to be him. And the way she looked… that sleek gray trouser suit, the tailored cut hugging her waist just right, the calm confidence in her stride… I didn’t need anyone to tell me that he was behind it. Roman had touched her world again, and I could see his fingerprints everywhere.

She wasn’t the same woman who used to wait by the door for me, eyes filled with quiet hope and love. No, ...