Chapter 52 The Woman Ethan Once Loved

• The sound of stilettos clicked sharply against the marble floor of Whitaker Industries’ grand lobby, the rhythm steady, commanding, dangerous. Ethan looked up from his desk as the glass doors opened, revealing Celeste Moreau, her tailored crimson dress hugging every curve, platinum blonde hair cascading in loose waves over her shoulders. Her signature perfume, rich, heady jasmine, lingered in the air before she spoke.
• Her lips curled into a slow, menacing smirk as she purred, "Ethan." "Darling, did you miss me?"
• Ethan’s jaw tensed. He stood, exuding the same dominance that had once captivated her. “Celeste. What the hell are you doing here?”