Brett pov

Victoria found me in my study at midnight, still wearing that cream silk blouse as she moved like she owned the place, settling into the chair across from my desk.

"You look tired, darling," she said, eyes gleaming.

"What do you want, Victoria?" I asked, setting down my whiskey.

"I want to talk about us. About what we had," she replied, leaning forward.

I set down my glass more firmly. "We had nothing."

"That's not true. We had everything," she insisted, voice soft but firm. "Do you ...