Two years later
Hailey’s POV
People said marriage settled you. They were liars.
I stood by the wide glass windows of our penthouse, morning light spilling across marble floors that felt too cold for a home that was supposed to be warm. The city stretched endlessly below me.....busy, loud, alive. Just like Roy’s life.
Just not mine.
I wrapped my silk robe tighter around myself and glanced at the clock.
6:12 a.m.
Roy had left before dawn again.
I tried to remember the last time we’d woken up together without a phone buzzing, a coach calling, a flight waiting, a game scheduled. Maybe months ago. Maybe longer. Time blurred when you were always alone.
Two years of marriage.
Two years of learning how to sleep in a king-sized bed by myself.
Roy Adler—my husband—was no longer just a pro
