Inside the conference room, I saw Adrian first.
He sat with the posture of a man who believed every room defaulted to him. His charcoal suit was immaculate—the same shade I used to press with careful hands. That familiar polished smile curved across his face, the one that once disguised lies as charm.
Next to him was Lillian Moore—formerly his assistant, now his partner.
Her copper hair was styled for attention she hadn’t earned. Her gaze swept over me with thinly veiled calculation.
At the far end sat Eleanor Walsh, upright and severe, fingers curled around a designer handbag as if it were armor. The moment she saw me, her eyes sharpened.
The three of them looked at me the way people look at a bill they resent paying.
Adrian gestured toward an empty chair.
I remained standing.
I would not accept a seat offered by a man who shattered vows without blinking. Silence settled between us, heavy and deliberate. The last time I’d stood in a room with them, I walked out holding divorce papers and a scar I chose not to romanticize.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
For full cooking steps, turn to the next page or click the Open button (>) and don't forget to SHARE with your Facebook friends.
