The morning light in the estate was cold, filtering through the high windows and casting long shadows across the breakfast nook. It had been two days since the library—two days since I had unraveled my darkest secrets to the man I once called my husband. We hadn't spoken since, moving around the house like two ghosts haunting the same hallways.
I walked toward the living area, my mind heavy with the weight of the Vane Syndicate, but my heart stopped when I saw them.
Asher was sitting on the floor—a sight so rare it felt like an illusion. He wasn't the "Monster" or the Mafia King right now. He was just a man. He was showing Leo how to assemble a wooden train set, his large, scarred hands moving with surprising patience as he clicked the tracks together.
Leo was focused, his small tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. But the moment my shadow fell across the room, Leo froze.
