Chapter 100

Her fingers instinctively tightened around the strap of her handbag, squeezing until her knuckles turned white. Her chest felt heavy, and the sharp ache of memories she had buried for years threatened to surface.

But the moment passed in a blink. The man’s gaze lingered, a flicker of something unreadable flashing in his eyes, before the elevator doors closed between them.

As the elevator ascended, Emily stood frozen, her mind buzzing with disbelief. She couldn’t process what had just happened. It couldn’t be him. Faith couldn’t be so cruel as to bring her face-to-face with the one person she had sworn to forget.

Her lips parted as if to draw a steadying breath, but nothing came. Eight long years of effort—of locking away his image, his voice, the pain he had caused—shattered in an instant.

"No"