Chapter 6

The Maybach glided through the neon-lit streets of Manhattan and pulled up to the curb of the luxury high-rise in Tribeca.

Kaya stepped out of the car and walked into the grand lobby. She swiped her keycard and stepped into the private elevator that serviced only the penthouse.

The doors opened directly into the massive, open-concept living space. The apartment was dead silent.

Kaya dropped her handbag onto the marble console table in the entryway. She kicked off her high heels, letting them fall haphazardly onto the rug. She walked barefoot across the cold hardwood floor, relishing the physical sensation of freedom.

She walked straight into the master bathroom and turned the silver handles of the soaking tub. Steam quickly filled the room.

Thirty minutes later, Kaya emerged wearing a loose, black silk robe. Her skin was flushed from the heat, the tension of the long island estate scrubbed away.

She walked to the kitchen island, poured herself a generous glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, and carried it to the living room.

Kaya sat down on the plush white sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the glittering Manhattan skyline. She picked up her tablet from the coffee table, unlocked it, and opened the PDF file of her prenuptial agreement.

She was deep into reading the asset division clauses when the electronic keypad at the front door beeped.

Kaya didn't look up. She quickly swiped the screen, switching the app from the legal document to a digital fashion magazine.

The heavy front door opened. A gust of wind blew in, followed by Grady.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it onto a chair. He walked into the living room, his eyes immediately locking onto Kaya.

He had expected to find her crying in bed. He expected her to demand why he came back.

Instead, she was lounging on the sofa, sipping wine, scrolling through a magazine. She didn't even acknowledge his presence.

Grady pulled at his tie, loosening the knot. He walked over and stood between her and the window.

"I came back to make sure you're reflecting on your behavior," Grady said. His tone was arrogant, laced with the expectation of gratitude. "Don't think sending you here means you're free. I'm still your husband."

Kaya didn't look up from the screen. She lazily swiped to the next page of dresses.

"Oh," she murmured.

The utter indifference in her voice made Grady's jaw clench. A surge of irrational anger flared in his chest. He reached out to snatch the tablet from her hands.

Before his fingers could touch the metal casing, his phone erupted in a loud, frantic ringtone from his pocket.

Grady froze. He pulled the phone out. The screen flashed Jasmine's name.

He answered it. "Yue?"

A piercing scream blasted through the phone speaker, so loud Kaya could hear it clearly from the sofa. The sound of glass shattering followed.

"Grady!" Jasmine sobbed hysterically. "Grandmother froze my black card! She said if I don't go to the dinner with that banker tomorrow, she's going to cut me off completely!"

"Yue, calm down-"

"I won't do it! I won't let another man touch me!" Jasmine shrieked. "If you don't come back right now and stop her, I'm going to open the balcony doors and jump!"

All the blood drained from Grady's face. His eyes widened in absolute terror. His fingers gripped the phone so hard his knuckles popped.

"Don't move! Do you hear me? Do not go near the balcony!" Grady yelled, his voice cracking with panic. "I'm coming right now!"

He shoved the phone into his pocket and looked wildly at Kaya.

He was breathing hard. He looked guilty, panicked, and desperate. He waited for Kaya to stand up. He waited for her to scream at him for leaving her again to run to his sister. He needed her jealousy to validate his ego.

Kaya slowly lifted her head. She looked at his panicked face.

She took a slow, deliberate sip of her red wine. She lowered the glass and offered him a perfectly polite, completely empty smile.

"Drive safe," Kaya said softly. "The roads are slippery at night."

Grady felt like he had just been punched in the stomach. The air rushed out of his lungs.

Her extreme understanding felt like a massive, impenetrable wall slamming down between them. She wasn't fighting him because she didn't care if he left.

He stood frozen for three seconds, his mind spinning. But the threat of Jasmine jumping off a balcony overrode his confusion.

Grady spun around and sprinted for the elevator.

The moment the metal doors slid shut, the polite smile vanished from Kaya's face. Her features settled into a mask of pure, cold resolve.

She downed the rest of the wine in one gulp and slammed the glass onto the table.

She picked up her tablet, switched back to her email, and clicked "Confirm" on the appointment with Genevieve Atherton.