Chapter 22 She Wants Nothing From Him

Rosalie checked with the front desk and then with the admin. At last, she found her encrypted metal briefcase in a supply closet. Everything she had poured her mind into over the years lived inside that case. In her previous life, she had sold it off through a channel so she could devote herself to the home she dreamed of building with Lucian. The money had gone straight into fertility treatments. The memory of needles burning under her skin, the chill of the operating table, and the lie hiding behind Lucian's tender voice hit her all at once. Her fingers skimmed the cool shell of the briefcase, and heat gathered in her eyes. The knot of grievance she had shoved down for so long finally snapped. She sank into a crouch, hugging the briefcase to her chest as tears fell onto the metal and left wet marks. Just then, footsteps and low voices passed the closet door. Rosalie swiped her face dry and straightened. Aside from the faint pink at the corners of her eyes, she looked calm a