The day I found out about Delilah, I didn’t cry. I just… went still. It wasn’t heartbreak per se… it was recognition. A truth I had refused to see standing right in front of me all along. I had kept on hoping but all hope had been shuttered that day.

Chase didn’t love me.

He loved what I made him.

The company. The connections. The name that opened doors. He was drawn to my fire, but he never understood that it wasn’t his to control.

So when I handed him the shares, fifty-one ...