Rebecca POV

I had never felt this kind of rage. Not even when his father left me. Not even when I buried my pride under the weight of legacy and polished every inch of this family’s image.

But watching Maxwell kiss that girl like she was oxygen and he was drowning? That broke something in me.

I stood near the corridor, unnoticed in the shadows of the hallway outside his penthouse. The walls weren’t as thick as he thought. I heard the laughter. The whispers. The soft moans muffled ...