Chapter 97

For the past few years, her world had revolved entirely around Damon and Caleb. Somewhere along the way, she’d lost herself. Now that everything was finally settled, and the divorce was inevitable, the future, her future, suddenly looked brighter. People often said that marriage was a woman’s second life. If so, then divorce must be her rebirth. A small smile curved her lips as she reached out and gently tapped Jeremy’s nose. “Yes,” she said softly, “it’s rebirth.” From today onward, she told herself, she was Sloane, not someone’s wife, not someone’s shadow, but her own person. When the car stopped in front of the Volkov Villa, Sloane finally understood what “surprise” and “shock” really meant. Several large trucks were lined up by the gates, filled with elegant furniture, clothes, jewelry, enough to furnish an entire boutique. She blinked, momentarily speechless. “This is…?” Luca hurried over, slightly out of breath, and stopped a respectful distance away. “Miss Veyre,” he began, “it