Chapter 4

It was over.

This marriage was doomed from the start—a three-year, one-woman show that drained my youth and cost me all dignity. The curtain was falling.

I rose to her feet and marched straight for the study—the only locked room in the penthouse. It was Giovanni's private domain.

He never let me in, always claiming it housed "company secrets."

Back then, I respected him and never dared to cross the line.

Now? To hell with his damn secrets.

I grabbed the toolbox and, with a few swift moves, pried open the simple lock.

I pushed the door open.

The musty…