MONALISA'S POV Jayden's car pulled up to the company entrance, sleek and spotless like always. The morning sun bounced off the glass walls of the building, casting a golden reflection that matched the fire in his chest. He stepped out of the car looking calm on the outside, but his eyes carried the storm of a man who was tired of betrayal and done playing nice.

Athena stood by the lobby entrance, her tablet clutched in her hands. She'd been there for a while, waiting. The moment she saw him ...