Guilt and power

Two Years Later

Sebastian Knight sat in his corner office, the view of the Manhattan skyline sprawling out behind him. The sleek desk before him was spotless, save for a single photo frame he held in his hands. It was a candid shot of Sophia—smiling, radiant, and so full of life. He had taken it while she was asleep it had become the only thing he couldn't part with.

The door to his office creaked open, and Georgia Wilson walked in, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Dressed impeccably, as always, she carried a bright smile and an air of entitlement that made Sebastian's jaw tighten.

"Darling," she cooed, her voice sugar-sweet, as she made her way toward him. "It's late. You've been cooped up in here all day. Why don't we go out for dinner? Celebrate? The wedding is only a month away."

Sebastian placed the photo face down on his desk and leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Don't call me that, Georgia."