The door closed, but Grayson's scent still lingered in the air.

And it hurt.

It hurt because, even if she hadn't been in love when they married, she had held on to hope. Hope that, with time, things might change. That he would look at her. Touch her with tenderness. That maybe they would fall in love.

She had pictured a life. A home. A family.

She thought Oliver would be born into a marriage—not into abandonment.

But that night, after he made love to her like she meant something, he left. Left her alone, with all the broken promises she had made up in her own head.

And now, seven years later, he showed up with someone else. A woman who looked like she belonged in a magazine, draped on his arm like his latest possession. As if Kate, his wife, didn't exist.

Kate closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn't have time to cry.

She sat at her desk and turned on her computer, fingers flying across the keyboard as she looked up Sienna Rowe.

The screen lit up instantly.