Chapter 117

LIAM

I swear I’ve lived a decent life. Not perfect—there’s definitely a parking ticket or three collecting dust in some glove box—but I’ve helped my siblings, paid my taxes, smiled at strangers when I had it in me. Basically, nothing to warrant divine punishment.

So why does it feel like the universe is actively trying to end me when the door creaks open and Emilia steps out?

I freeze. Fully freeze. Like every part of me short-circuits at once.

I’d just finished buttoning the last cuff on my shirt—no tie, collar open, black dress pants tailored just enough to make my agent raise an eyebrow. The jacket’s black, double-breasted, sharp and quiet like I wanted. It’s the kind of look I never wear unless I have to. But for her? I didn’t think twice.

Now I’m staring like I’ve never seen a woman before.

The dress fits her like it was made for her and no one else. Like the fabric itself wants to worship her skin. It’s short enough to threaten my sanity, an