Sean POV

The defiance in her eyes challenged me, pushed at something primal and possessive I hadn’t known existed.

Before I could think better of it, I popped one of the pills into my mouth and pressed my lips to hers.

The kiss was meant to be functional – a way to force her to take the medication she needed.

But the moment our lips touched, something shifted. Her gasp of surprise parted her lips, and suddenly I was drowning in the taste of her, in the soft warmth of her mouth against mine.

For a heartbeat that seemed to stretch into eternity, we stood frozen in that moment of unexpected intimacy.

Then her hands came up hard against my chest, shoving me backward with surprising strength.

The crack of her palm against my cheek echoed in the bathroom’s confined space.

“How dare you?” Her voice shook with fury. “You decide we should get divorced, and then you pull something like this?”

The sting of her slap was nothing compared to the fire in her eyes. This wasn’t the carefully controlled Angela I’d known for two years. This was something else entirely – raw and real and somehow more compelling than I wanted to admit.

“You needed to take the medicine,” I said, the excuse sounding weak even to my own ears.

“Don’t.” She backed away, putting space between us. “Don’t pretend this is about my health. You’ve made your choice clear. Christina’s back, the arrangement is ending – fine. But you don’t get to play with me like this.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing?”

“What else would you call it?” Her laugh was brittle. “Making me take medicine like a child while you plan your future with another woman?”

The mention of Christina sent an unexpected wave of irritation through me. “This has nothing to do with her.”

“Everything has to do with her!” Angela’s voice rose. “The great Christina Jordan, who saved your life, who holds your heart, who—”

My phone’s sharp ring cut through her words. Christina’s name lit up the screen.

“You should get that,” Angela said, the fight draining from her voice. “Your soulmate’s calling.”

She slipped past me before I could stop her, leaving me alone with the echo of her words and the lingering taste of her on my lips.

“Sean?” Christina’s voice came through the speaker, warm and familiar. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”

I sat behind my desk, trying to focus on the conversation and not on the phantom sensation of Angela’s mouth against mine.

“What do you need?”

“Always so direct,” she laughed. “I wanted to discuss the potential partnership between Shaw Group and my family’s medical technology division. Perhaps over lunch?”

The invitation was clear in her tone – this would be more than a business meeting. Two years ago, I would have welcomed it. Now, something held me back.

“Send the proposal to my office,” I said, keeping my voice professionally neutral. “We can review it there.”

“Sean.” Her voice softened to the intimate tone she’d always used to get her way. “We both know this conversation would be better had in person.”

“Alright,” I finally gave in to Christina’s suggestion.

After hanging up, I called out to Angela. “I’ll be back soon.”

Only silence answered me.

The Four Seasons’ private dining room was as elegant as ever, but I found my thoughts drifting.