Six months.

That’s how long it’s been since I took my life back, since the boardroom lights reflected on my divorce papers and I finally stopped trembling. Six months since Roman and I stopped pretending that what we had was anything less than love.

The chaos had settled into peace. Work had found its rhythm again, no more panic calls, no more betrayals hiding behind board meetings. And somehow, without realizing it, I had fallen into the most gentle routine I had ever known.

Roman was my ...