Chapter 95

The city lights twinkled below Camille’s penthouse like fallen stars trapped on earth. She stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms wrapped around herself, watching the tiny cars move through the streets forty floors below. Behind her, Alexander poured two glasses of red wine, the soft gurgle of liquid filling the comfortable silence between them.

It had been three days since the press the Phoenix project has issue and they sorted it out. Three days of relative peace. The thought felt strange to Camille, peace was not something she had known since finding those divorce papers twenty five months ago.

“Your thoughts seem far away,” Alexander said, approaching with the wine glasses. His footsteps were quiet on the plush carpet.

Camille accepted the glass, her fingers brushing his. That small touch sent warmth spreading up her arm. “Not far. Just... processing everything.”

Alexander stood beside her at the window. Unlike many men who felt the need to fill sile