Chapter 71

• Danielle stood by the wide glass windows of Alexander’s penthouse, staring out at the glittering city skyline. The storm that had passed earlier in the day had left everything washed clean, the air sharp with clarity. Yet inside her, everything remained clouded.
• Her heart hadn’t stopped racing since Theo had clutched her hand that afternoon, whispering through his fevered haze, “Don’t fight with Daddy… please.”
• The child’s words had pierced her deeper than any confrontation with Alexander could. Theo had unknowingly placed himself at the center of her internal war—the pull between resentment and undeniable longing.