Chapter 5

Preston’s POV

Preston stood in the doorway, holding Stella’s birthday cake.

“Stella, I’m home.”

No one answered.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

The penthouse was dark. No music played in the kitchen. No lamps glowed beside the living-room windows.

“Stella?”

Still nothing.

Preston frowned and placed the cake on the console table.

She was angry. That was understandable.

He had missed their anniversary and most of her birthday, but he had brought her favorite chocolate cake. Tomorrow, he would take her shopping or book a weekend away.

Stella had always forgiven him before.

He switched on…