Chapter 89

• The air outside Alexander’s villa was crisp, the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine floating in the breeze. Danielle stood at the edge of the driveway, her arms crossed tightly against her chest as if that small gesture could protect her from the chaos unraveling inside her heart.
• She had just walked out on Alexander—again. Every time she thought she was ready to soften, to give him a chance, something would happen to remind her of the distance between them.
• Her mind replayed Theo’s worried face. The little boy had reached for her hand, his tiny fingers trembling as he whispered, “Don’t fight with Daddy.”