Chapter 25

I stood in the opulent living room of our New York penthouse, my heart racing with anticipation and trepidation. The room was adorned with luxurious furnishings and exquisite artwork, a stark contrast to the storm that was brewing outside. The ambiance reflected the delicate balance we had achieved in our lives—a fragile peace that was about to be shattered.

Alexander, my husband, paced back and forth, his face etched with worry and determination. I could see the weight of the world on his shoulders, the burden of his past haunting him like a relentless ghost. I reached out to touch his arm, offering a silent reassurance that I was by his side, ready to face whatever awaited us.

A knock at the door shattered the tense silence, and Alexander's gaze locked with mine. It was a look that spoke volumes—steel determination laced with a tinge of fear. We both knew that the visitor on the other side held the power to unveil the secrets Alexander had fought so hard to bury.

With a deep breath,