Chapter 5

Julia called him seventeen times.

He didn't pick up a single one.

She sent him thirty-two texts.

From "Can you not do this?" to "Please, just give me one more chance."

From "I can explain what happened" to "I'll do anything you ask."

The last one came in at two in the morning.

Julia: [Charles, I was wrong. Let's go get our marriage license tomorrow, okay?]

Charles read every single message.

Then he muted her notifications.

The next morning, Charles sat in the investment bank's conference room, looking sharp in his suit, clear-eyed and composed.

Not a soul could tell…