Now he loved her more.
A sharp, hollow ache spread through my chest, but I crushed it down. Emotions had no place in my new life.
By the time the fire department arrived, it was too late. The body inside was burned beyond recognition. And just like that—I was dead.
The next morning, the news spread like wildfire.
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JASON'S POV
The private jet touched down smoothly, and I rolled my shoulders, cracking my neck as I stepped off. The trip had been… good. No bullshit. No drama. Just business and pleasure.
Lily was glowing, still high off our honeymoon. Paris had suited her—designer clothes, fancy dinners, the whole fucking dream she’d always wanted. She clung to my arm like the perfect little trophy wife, soaking up every second.
Noah had been happy too. Kid didn’t hesitate to call her Mommy. Didn’t even fucking look back. And for the first time in years, I felt something close to peace.
Emma was gone. Not dead, of course—just out of my life. The past. A fucking ghost. She’d served her purpose, and now she was just another chapter I had no reason to reopen.
As my car pulled up to the estate, I exhaled slowly, rubbing my temples. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it. Business could wait.