Chapter 5

I stumbled through the front door of our—Alexander's—perfect showcase home. The house was silent, empty. Of course he wasn't here. Why would he be? His wife had just been forced to abort their child, but campaign events waited for no man, especially not one as ambitious as Alexander Sterling.

My body felt hollow, a shell moving on autopilot. The physical pain was nothing compared to the void expanding inside me. I wandered through rooms that suddenly seemed too large, too pristine, too cold. Every surface gleamed with the perfection Alexander demanded in all things—including his wife.

My feet carried me…