Chapter 6 - Chloe Comforts Her Distraught Husband In The Foyer
The private elevator carried them up to the master penthouse suite, far away from the toxic atmosphere lingering on the ground floor.
William gently guided Chloe toward the plush armchair by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sprawling Greenwich estate.
He knelt before her, gently checking her ankles and knees for any signs of physical injury from the near-fatal fall.
“I’m fine, William, really… your quick reflexes saved me before I hit the bottom,” Chloe assured him, resting her hand on his cheek.
A single tear spilled over William’s eyelashes, tracking silently down his jawline as the horrifying thought of losing her hit him.
“If I had been two seconds slower… if I hadn't walked out of the study at that exact moment…” William choked out, unable to finish.
“Shh, don't think about that,” Chloe whispered, wiping away the tear with her thumb. “We’re both safe now.”
William buried his face in her lap, his broad shoulders shaking slightly as the immense emotional weight of the evening poured out.
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Chloe ran her fingers through his dark hair, offering a quiet, anchoring presence while her husband processed the betrayal of his own mother.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, bruised shadows across the manicured lawns of the Connecticut estate.
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