Jayden stormed into the CEO's office with a sharp, irritated snort. The moment the door shut behind him, he planted both hands on his hips and strode toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind his executive desk. The city stretched beneath him, glittering beneath the afternoon sun, but the view did nothing to calm the storm raging inside his chest. He drew one long breath after another, his shoulders rising and falling as he struggled to steady himself.
It didn't work.
He was trying—he truly was—to keep his temper under control, but ever since the hearing had ended, the frustration had refused to loosen its grip.
It all came back to one thing, Sarah.
She hadn't answered the question.
She had never told the court why her relationship with Keith Vanderbilt had truly fallen apart.
The defense attorney's question echoed mercilessly in Jayden's mind, replaying over and over until it became impossible to ignore.
