What I needed was not his money.

What I needed was to be cleanly, completely severed from him before the disaster I could feel gathering at Halstead Global arrived.

On the day the decree was entered, Spencer made one last request, half cheerful about it.

“Bianca would like to live in the penthouse,” he said.

“She fell in love with it the morning she came for breakfast.”

I looked at him for a long moment.