“Tomorrow at ten,” I said.

“Good luck, Ava,” Daniel said.

He slid out of the booth and walked out into the rain, leaving his cold coffee behind.

***

The offices of King Enterprises occupied the top three floors of a glass tower in midtown.

The air inside was quiet and smelled of expensive floor wax and filtered air.

I walked past the receptionist, who gave me a nervous, tight-lipped smile.

She knew why I was here.

Everyone in the building knew the billionaire’s wife was leaving him.

I pushed open the heavy oak doors to Elias’s private office.

The room was vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over Central Park.

Elias stood by the glass, his hands clasped behind his back.

He wore a bespoke charcoal suit that fit his lean frame perfectly.

He didn’t turn around when I entered.

“You’re late,” he said.

His voice was like dry paper.

“Only by five minutes, Elias,” I said.

I sat in one of the leather chairs opposite his massive mahogany desk.

He turned slowly, his face expressionless.

His gray eyes were cold, showing no trace of the man I had married five years ago.