Brett's POV

I've been staring at the blank paper for three hours. My steel-gray eyes reflect back at me from the dark window, and I look away.

Dear Riley, I read about your work at the hospital. I'm proud of you. I'm sorry. I love you. Brett

I crumple the letter and throw it across my office. This is pathetic. I'm a billionaire CEO, and I can't write a simple letter to the woman I love.

The woman I destroyed.

My phone buzzes. Another call from the board, demanding explanations for my recent ...