My hands shook as I slipped the engagement announcement back into the envelope. Henry was getting married—to her, the perfect heiress, the one who could restore his family’s name. Good. That meant I could finally let go.\n\nI packed my things in silence, heart cracking with every folded sweater. Eight years of loving him from afar, one reckless night of thinking I could have him, and now it was over. I left the key on the counter—the one he gave me after that night, the one to his private apartment above the old gallery.\n\nThe door burst open before I reached the elevator.\n\n‘You don’t walk away from me, Evelyn,’ Henry said, drenched from the rain, eyes blazing. ‘Not now. Not ever.’\n\nHe didn’t kiss me. Didn’t yell. Just picked up my suitcase and walked past me toward the stairs.\n\n‘We’re leaving the city. You’re coming home with me.’\n\nHome? I hadn’t realized I had one. Or that he’d already claimed me as part of his.