Chapter 14 — Every Conversation Died

When Adira and I walked in, every conversation in the room stopped at once.

I wore a sharply tailored navy suit, my head high.

The hair Blair had hacked into ruined tufts weeks before had been reshaped by a good stylist into a sleek, fierce, asymmetrical cut that framed my face with an edge I’d never had as the quiet wife waiting at home.

Conrad stared as I took the seat at the far end of the mahogany table, directly across from the CEO chair.

His jaw worked without sound.