In The Boss

Lovestruck, Beatrice Lawson eloped with her college sweetheart Desmond Belmont and has been secretly married to him for ten years. However, when she discovers his affair with a wealthy socialite, Beatrice decides to divorce him and finally stop living in his shadow. As she begins to make a name for herself with a new apartment and new career, she meets the mysterious and attractive Damian Crowley. As the two men fight for her attention, Beatrice wonders if love is worth all the pain and sacrifice, or if she's better off fending for herself. He won't let her go, but she's already moved on.

In The Boss

Lovestruck, Beatrice Lawson eloped with her college sweetheart Desmond Belmont and has been secretly married to him for ten years. However, when she discovers his affair with a wealthy socialite, Beatrice decides to divorce him and finally stop living in his shadow. As she begins to make a name for herself with a new apartment and new career, she meets the mysterious and attractive Damian Crowley. As the two men fight for her attention, Beatrice wonders if love is worth all the pain and sacrifice, or if she's better off fending for herself. He won't let her go, but she's already moved on.

I packed his favorite shirt—the navy one he wore when he proposed—into the donation bag. My hands didn’t shake. That surprised me. Ten years of marriage, reduced to three garbage bags and a stack of legal papers. The doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone.

Through the peephole, Desmond stood in the hallway, tie loose, eyes bloodshot. "We need to talk," he said, voice raw. "It meant nothing."

I opened the door, but didn’t let him in. "Everything meant nothing to you."

He reached for my hand. "You’re not just some chapter in my life, Bea. You’re the whole damn book."

Before I could respond, headlights swept across the lobby. A black sedan idled outside. In the passenger seat, Damian Crowley watched me, expression unreadable. He hadn’t called. Didn’t text. Just showed up—like he knew this moment would come.

Now I had to choose: step back into the past, walk toward the mystery waiting in the car, or close the door and finally be alone.