Three days. That's how long Vance Winchester cloaked himself in a chilling silence. Then, with a calculated cruelty that sliced through my last nerve, he announced a road trip. With Amelia Larsen. His assistant. He expected me to crumble, to unleash the jealous fire he knew so well. He expected the same broken woman. He was wrong. A month later, he found a stranger. I no longer abandoned my work when he gifted my projects to Amelia; I helped her. I didn’t fight back when he sabotaged my designs for her bonus; I took the blame. I didn’t even flinch when he promoted her to general manager; I signed over my shares. Vance thought I was finally broken, finally his. He missed one crucial detail: he’d signed my resignation papers while he was gone. And I? My engagement ring was already gone. This was the end. Our story was over.
