Nausea surged through me. I shoved away the photo Morgan was holding out.

"Not interested."

Morgan froze.

"Roland, you usually go along with me on stuff like this. Sarah's really great, I'm telling you."

I looked him dead in the eye.

"You love pairing things up so much, go to a pet store and buy two dogs to breed."

"I refuse to be a prop you use to broadcast your love story to the world."

Morgan's face turned beet red. Beside him, Regina Henson's brow furrowed.

"Roland, Morgan means well."

I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.

"I can't afford that kind of goodwill."

I pushed open the door of the private VIP room and nearly collided with a woman.

That scent. Sarah Delgado's scent.

In my last life, it was those exact eyes that had deceived me for three full years.

"Mr. Kaufman, leaving so soon?"

Her voice was low, honeyed. My body moved on its own, stepping back to put distance between us.

"Move."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting this kind of hostility.

She stepped closer, lowering her voice.

"Mr. Kaufman seems to have quite the grudge against me."

"Have we met before?"

I lifted my chin.

"No. But I don't like the look of you."

Sarah let out a soft laugh.

"Mr. Kaufman speaks his mind."

"But Ms. Henson and Mr. Fox arranged this out of kindness. Refusing them outright like that—isn't that a bit disrespectful?"

I curled my lip.

"My dignity isn't theirs to trample."

I stepped around her and walked out without looking back.

Behind me, Sarah Delgado's gaze followed my every step.

The moment I got back to my place, I started packing. The farther I could get from Sarah Delgado, the better.

That was when the doorbell rang. Sarah stood outside, holding a folder.

"Mr. Kaufman, I think we need to talk."

I moved to shut the door, but her hand shot out and held it open.

"Your father's company. Don't you want to know what's happening to it?"

I stopped.

My father's company was the only thing I still cared about.

In my previous life, after we married, she'd taken full control of it. In the end, every last asset had been handed over to Simon Simmons as a betrothal gift.

I kept my expression flat and let her in.

Sarah tossed the folder onto the coffee table.

"The company's cash flow has collapsed. Without a capital injection in three days, it goes into liquidation."

"And right now, I'm the only one who can put up that kind of money."

I turned to look at her.

"What's the catch?"

Sarah leaned in close.