The room remained silent.
She continued.
“I thought you would already be committed to me.”
Alexander’s face changed.
He finally understood.
The woman he had chosen.
The woman he had destroyed his marriage for.
The woman he had used as proof that his old family was no longer important.
Had built their entire future on a lie.
Robert Whitmore Sr. turned away.
His shoulders dropped.
For the first time, the powerful patriarch looked old.
Weak.
Broken.
All the pride.
All the arrogance.
All the obsession with legacy.
It had blinded him.
They had sacrificed a real family for an illusion.
Alexander reached into his coat pocket.
His hands were trembling.
He pulled out his phone.
He stared at the screen.
Madeline’s name was still saved at the top.
The woman he had dismissed.
The mother of his daughters.
The person who had spent eleven years building a family with him.