Chapter 60 The Breaking Point

The storm outside echoed the one in Genevieve’s chest. She stood by the arched window, her arms crossed tightly, a defensive shell around her heart. Rain traced frantic lines down the glass, just like the memories racing through her mind, flashes of Silas’s betrayal, the words he never said, the secrets he had let rot in the silence. Silas stepped into the room, the weight of guilt dragging behind him like chains. His tailored black suit, still damp from the rain, clung to his tall frame. Dark hair, tousled, eyes red-rimmed. He didn’t look like the powerful CEO the world revered. He looked like a man begging for redemption.