More Than Ready

EZEKIEL

As I paced around my penthouse, I dialed Brooks, my assistant. The phone rang a couple of times before he picked up.

“Morning, Mr. Harrington,” Brooks greeted with a chipper tone as always.

“Morning, Brooks,” I replied. “Did the flowers get delivered to Vivienne?”

To be honest, I was shocked when I found out that Vivienne and the kids suddenly went back to New York without telling me. I was confused, maybe even a little hurt.

But I tried to see it from her side. Maybe she needed space or was trying to figure things out on her own. I could understand that. But I couldn’t help but feel like she was testing me, seeing if I’d just let it go.

Well, if that’s what she’s doing, then I’ll take it as a challenge. I’ve still got a lot to deal with here in Paris, but it can wait.

The moment I found out she left, I didn’t think twice—I booked a flight to New York. Then I asked my assistant to send her a bouquet of her favorite flowers to let her know that I’d follow her anywhere she go