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The silence in the forty-second-floor office stretched so thin I could hear the faint hum of the HVAC system overhead. / Chapter 9 / 20

Chapter 9 - The Real Estate of the HeartThe weight of her words crushed every ounce of pride, anger, and arrogance I possessed.

I looked from Elena to Julian, and finally down at Leo and Julian in the stroller. Leo was looking up at me with my exact gray eyes, completely unaware of the emotional earthquake shaking our family.

I slowly turned to Julian, the man I had threatened just minutes ago.

"You saved her," I said, the words heavy and difficult to force past my lips.

Julian adjusted his collar, looking away before meeting my gaze with a reluctant nod. "She was alone, Tobias. And nobody deserves to face that terror by themselves. Not even the great Tobias Marrow."

I swallowed hard, extending my hand toward him. It took a moment, but Julian reached out and shook it—a firm, professional grip that ended an unspoken war.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

Julian gave a curt nod, zipped up his briefcase, and looked at Elena. "My flight to London boards in twenty minutes. On business. I'll let you two talk."

As Julian turned and walked away toward the security gate, the terminal seemed to quiet down completely. Just Elena, the boys, and me.

I looked at my wife—the woman I had tried to divorce three hours ago, the mother of my sons, the only person in the world who could ever truly humble me.

"Are you still sick?" I asked, my voice cracking as I reached out, my fingers gently brushing a stray lock of auburn hair from her cheek.

"In remission," she whispered, leaning slightly into my touch for the first time in three years. "The boys gave me a reason to fight. But... I never stopped loving you, Tobias. Even when you were impossible."

"I am impossible," I admitted, a self-deprecating smile touching the corners of my lips. "Ask anyone. Ask my board. Ask Richard."

Elena finally let out a genuine, watery laugh.

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