A man stood by the window, dressed in a dark tailored suit, one hand tucked into his pocket as though he owned the place.
When he turned, the smile on his lips was as refined as ever.
And just as hateful.
Daniel Caldwell.
Lilian's fingers curled tightly. "How dare you come here?"
Daniel glanced at her calmly. "Still so emotional. No wonder you ruin everything you touch."
"Get out."
"I came to congratulate you." He adjusted his cufflinks. "You're back beside Alexander again. Impressive. I didn't think he would still pity you after all these years."
Her face paled. "Watch your words."
He stepped closer, lowering his voice.
"Tell me, Lilian… if Alexander learns why you were outside that night, what do you think he'll do?"
Her breath caught.
"Shut up."
"If Alexander learns what you did that night… or why you came back to him after everything fell apart…"
"Shut up!"
Her voice cracked through the room.
For the first time, Daniel smiled for real.
"There she is."
