Chapter 107 Shadows At The Door

• Leo stood on the front porch of the Lane house long after the door had closed, his hand still clutching the lilies he had bought with a tenderness that now felt foolish. The wooden door in front of him might as well have been a wall of steel shutting him out not just from Zara’s home, but from her life at the same time.
• He hadn’t missed the way her eyes lit up at Jayden’s arrival, the way her lips had shaped his brother’s name with a kind of relief, like he was a lifeline thrown into stormy waters. It had ripped through him like a blade, precise and merciless.
• For the first time in years, Leo felt powerless. Not in the way he had when boardrooms turned hostile or rivals tried to outmaneuver him those battles had rules, strategies, outcomes he could control with enough patience and leverage. This was different. This was chaos. This was heartbreak disguised as fate.