na

ts-a new penthouse overlooking the city, a cherry

of my stolen future that served as a

card. I took his ashes out on a small boat

on

e to the funeral.

lilies, a flower I've always despised. I threw

called thre

casual, as if he were a

o hear about

not tightened

tuary over his life,"

on. "Elena, it was a good PR win. You

ackground, a high, tinkling s

g shopping later,

r of love I had for Kill

t... w

ce papers. Killian had made me sign a prenup ye

ame, Elena Ramos, and sent a picture of the documen

anted to

artment Killian and I had shared, back before the money and

hroat. Killian's black Maybach was parked right below our o

rs, my hand trembling as I fitted the old

aked open, a

irst photo together used to hang. He was kissing her, his hands tangl

d from shadow in the ha

r lips, his voice thick with possession. "I'm tearing i

sing me. E

ing down our past to