Cathleen traced the condensation on her water glass; the cold droplets were a contrast to the warmth that the first week had promised. A month at Xavier's vacation house—a gleaming fortress of solitude—and the walls between them only thickened. The staff bustled in the kitchen, their efficiency a silent reminder of Xavier's decision to put space where there might have been conversation, companionship, or something more."Your lunch, Mrs. Knight," the chef announced, placing a meticulously arranged salad before her.She offered a tight-lipped smile, her gratitude genuine, if not for the food, then for the presence of another human being. "Thank you."The chair opposite her remained empty, as it had for the past three weeks. Xavier's absence loomed larger than his brooding figure ever could. Cathleen speared a cherry tomato, its skin giving way with a soft pop—like the fragile bubble of hope she had nurtured upon arriving here.Xavier skirted the dining hall's entrance, a shadow passing
Sunlight streamed into the vast garage, casting long shadows over the gleaming collection of sports cars. Cathleen's fingers tightened around the knob of her walking stick as she edged forward, a calculated motion that bore the weight of her newfound independence. The hunger for fresh air and the bustle of the city beyond these walls gnawed at her insides. She hadn't savored the aroma of a restaurant or the murmur of a crowd in what felt like an eternity.Xavier's fleet sparkled under the fluorescent lights, each car a testament to his cold precision and love for speed—a stark contrast to the slow, deliberate pace Cathleen now embraced. Her gaze drifted toward the corner, where dust and neglect cloaked the sharp lines of a G-wagon. It stood like a relic, untouched and unappreciated.She let out a deep sigh. Xavier's hiding spots were like a maze that she had no energy to navigate at the moment. His secrets, always just beyond her grasp, taunted her with their quiet teasing.Turning pr
Cathleen's fingers traced the rim of her porcelain cup, a delicate dance of apprehension and resolve. Around her, the restaurant hummed with the quiet cadence of morning routines, yet within her chest, a storm brewed more bitter than the dark roast she reluctantly sipped."Did you know?" Her words cut through the murmurs, eyes fixated on the man across from her.Her father, William, met her gaze with a wearied resignation that belied his stoic front. The air thickened between them, laden with the weight of unspoken truths and the sharp tang of betrayal."Did you know I wouldn't be marrying Finn that day, but his uncle?" The question hung in the air, accusatory and demanding. Her voice was steel-wrapped in velvet, as authoritative as any closing argument she'd delivered in the courtroom.William's nod was almost imperceptible, but to Cathleen, it roared like thunder. "Mr. Knight called me before the wedding," he began, his voice steady despite the tremor Cathleen detected—a lawyer's da
Cathleen’s fingers drummed against the steering wheel, a staccato rhythm that echoed her racing thoughts as she navigated the familiar route to work. The morning sun glared off chrome and glass, but inside her car was a sanctuary of shadowed thoughts.She swung into her reserved parking spot, the engine's purr dying as she cut the ignition. Her heels clicked with authority across the concrete as she entered the building, the sound a sharp counterpoint to the whispers of betrayal still ringing in her ears.Settling into the leather chair behind her desk, Cathleen couldn't help but replay the scene from the restaurant in her mind. A smirk crawled across her face, unbidden. Xavier Knight—her husband, the enigma—at the helm of Knight Group International? It made an absurd kind of sense.She chuckled, the sound hollow in the expanse of her office. Farms? Hardly. Xavier exuded a polished steel presence that spoke of boardrooms, not barns. The scent of money and power clung to him like colog
The keys clattered onto the mahogany desk, signaling the end of another victorious battle in the courtroom. Cathleen's heels clicked a definitive rhythm as she strode out of the law firm, her shoulders squared against the weight of her reputation—undefeated, unyielding. The evening sky was a canvas of dusky blues and purples, with shadows playing across the parking lot where Xavier's sleek car sat unattended. It felt like an act of defiance just to slide into the driver's seat and claim something of his or hers, even temporarily.She maneuvered through the city streets with precision, her lips set in a thin line. Each stoplight was a momentary pause in her tightly wound existence, each green light, a silent permission to continue on this path she had been shackled to. The vehicle hummed to a stop in the familiar driveway, and her hand reached for the walking stick, a necessary tool since the accident that Xavier never asked about. She braced herself against its solid support, each ste
Water cascaded off her skin as Cathleen stepped out of the shower, droplets of determination clinging to her body like the cases she so skillfully argued in court. She dressed methodically, choosing attire that wrapped around her like armor—a facade of composure for the daily battles waged within the walls of her own home. With each step down the staircase, her walking stick tapped a steady rhythm against the cold floor—each tap defiance, a declaration of her resilience.Xavier lounged on the couch, a study in casual power with one leg draped over the other. His gaze lifted as Cathleen descended, and his heart betrayed him, pounding against his will. He hated this weakness, this primal reaction to the sight of her. He hated that his mind was clouded with lust, reducing his world to the most basic of instincts. Cursing inwardly, he grappled with the involuntary surge of lust, a silent war waged between his intellect and his baser needs."Follow me," Xavier commanded, his voice a blade
Raindrops drummed a steady rhythm on the canvas above as Cathleen and Xavier stood shoulder-to-shoulder, ensnared in an uneasy truce beneath their shared umbrella. The water fountain before them, a marble spectacle, gushed obliviously to the tension that coiled tighter with each heartbeat."I'm sure your girlfriend would love this place," Cathleen ventured, her voice cutting through the pelting rain with genuine curiosity.Xavier's response was swift, with a sharpened edge to his words. "I bought this house for you, Cathleen." His insistence bore the weight of possession, of claims staked, and of expectations set.Her gaze fixed upon the relentless cascade of the fountain, Cathleen tilted her chin up, meeting his stare with cool detachment. The gravity of his declaration failed to stir her; instead, it solidified her resolve. "Xavier, this whole marriage thing isn't going to work." Her words were scalpel-precise, severing illusions with surgical clarity. "I don't like you, and you don
Shivers rippled across Cathleen's skin, each wave a sharp reminder of her body's betrayal. She curled tighter under the sheets, willing warmth into her limbs, but the fever that had taken hold refused to relent. Eyes heavy with unshed sleep, she lay in the dark, cocooned within the four walls that seemed to press closer with every strained breath.The fucking night was alive with the goddamn sounds of betrayal. Olivia's piercing screams echoed through the fucking silence, punctuated by the relentless thud of the headboard slamming against the wall. Each fucking beat was a reminder of Xavier's frenzied passion, a symphony of flesh that spat in the face of Cathleen's lonely solitude.Xavier's normally aloof demeanor shattered as primal urges consumed him. The scent of Cathleen's skin haunted him, lingering on his fingertips like a ghostly reminder of what he couldn't have. Despite the heat radiating from his current lover, her defiance and sharp tongue still cut through his defenses and