“He chose her.”
The silence that followed felt heavier than before.
Camille lowered her glass.
“What did you do?”
I laughed softly.
“I signed the papers.”
I shrugged.
“What else was I supposed to do?”
The memory flashed through my mind anyway. Every detail still lived somewhere inside me.
“Then I spent five years rebuilding my life with the help of my brothers.
I looked out toward the water.
“I built my brand.”
“Raised Leo.”
“Focused on work.”
“Moved on.”
Or at least I tried to.
Camille nodded slowly.
“And now?”
I closed my eyes briefly. And there it was, the actual problem.
“Now he’s back.”
A bitter laugh escaped me.
“Of course he is.”
Camille waited. Patient as always.
“He came back apologizing.”
I swirled the whiskey around my glass.
“At first I ignored him. The
