Emma was gone. Not dead, of course—just out of my life. The past. A fucking ghost. She’d served her purpose, and now she was just another chapter I had no reason to reopen.
As my car pulled up to the estate, I exhaled slowly, rubbing my temples. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it. Business could wait.
It buzzed again. And again.
I sighed, pulling it out, ready to snap at whoever the fuck was blowing up my line. Dozens of missed calls. A shit ton of unread messages.
I frowned, scrolling. Most were from unknown numbers. Some from business associates. But one message caught my eye.
Emma Romano.
My grip tightened around the phone as I opened it.
"Thank you for teaching me the most painful lesson of my life. Thank you for showing me how little I meant to you. Thank you for making it so easy to let go."
"Congratulations on your new family. I hope Lily makes you happier than I ever could. Goodbye, Jason."
A strange fucking feeling settled in my gut, something sharp and off. But before I could process it, Lily grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
The news anchor’s voice filled the room.
"Emma Romano, Former Wife of CEO Jason Romano, Found Dead in Fire."
