Somewhere else, the minutes crawled like a slug. Every heartbeat reminded Nathan of time wasted, of years he had thrown away chasing revenge that he now knew was built on lies. The guilt was so real it felt like a boulder pressing on his chest, stealing his breath.

He had locked up an innocent man.

Robert Caldwell might be arrogant, a ruthless rival in business, but he wasn’t the criminal Nathan had hunted with so much hatred. While he’d been blinded by obsession, the real culprit had ...