Chapter 14

Jack’s POV

The rage was a bitter, metallic taste in the back of my throat. It didn't subside. If anything, it marinated, getting fouler with every passing day.

It wasn't that I missed Chloe. Chloe was replaceable, just like Sylvia was, just like every other compliant girl who wanted the Humphrey name and the credit card attached to it. My relationship with her had been convenient, nothing more.

What gutted me was the public, humiliating spectacle at the gallery.

Seeing her in that tight, arrogant green dress, looking stronger than she ever had when she was with me, was bad enough. But seeing the look on my father’s face when she stared at him—that raw, desperate possessiveness—that was the betrayal.

My father. Drake Humphrey. The man who had everything, who commanded respect with a single, icy stare, had been rattled by my ex-girlfriend. It wasn’t just a look; it was a conversation that happened entirely without words, right across the