“It’s over, Bill. You’re over.”
The words lingered in the foyer long after the woman he had spent over fifteen years with walked away.
Bill stood frozen in the center of the room, staring at the entrance as the sound of Trudy’s heels faded into the distance.
It wasn’t her final insult that clawed at his mind.
It was the last thing she said.
“Tell Mr. Blackwood I said thank you.”
Thank you?
For what?
His brow tightened as the thought took root, slow at first, then sharper, more intrusive.
What did Trudy have to do with Damien?
Why would she thank him?
Had Damien told her something? Or had she known all along what was coming?
The questions didn’t settle—they multiplied, each one twisting into something darker, more uncomfortable, as if the ground beneath his assumptions was sta
