Chapter 3

"M-Mr. Hudson?" The receptionist stammered, nearly dropping her coffee.

"Where's Ophelia?" Ethan demanded.

"Ophelia's inside," the receptionist replied, a little nervously.

He pushed open the door to my office.

I was reviewing blueprints when he walked in. I didn't even bat an eye.

"Have a seat," I said.

"Ophelia, come home with me," Ethan said.

He didn't sit down.

He stood there in his perfectly tailored suit, his expression cold and unyielding, like he was here to close a deal he couldn't afford to lose.

"I don't have a home anymore," I said.

"You're still Mrs. Hudson—" Ethan said.

"Not…