Chapter 4

By the third day, Jayden still had not seen me come back.

He returned to the apartment and found that my fingerprint had been deleted from the lock.

The walk-in closet had been stripped of everything that was mine. Only a row of gowns he had bought me still hung on the rack, and I left them all behind.

Most of them were chosen to match Lilian's taste, with muted colors and conservative cuts. They looked like uniforms he had picked out in advance for the future Mrs. Grant.

A small box sat on the vanity, holding everything he had…