Chapter 115

Sylvia's POV The pressure of expanding Frostline Enterprises into international markets was relentless. I was working fourteen-hour days, sometimes more, juggling time zones and boardroom politics like my life depended on it. Lately, the board had pushed back harder than usual. They questioned my projections, doubted my strategy, and I had to fight tooth and nail to keep the vision alive. It wasn't just exhausting—it was isolating. And in that isolation, Caesar and I had become strangers in our own home. Ever since our tense encounter at Vertex, we hadn't really spoken. Not about what happened, not about what it meant. I knew he regretted the way he'd brushed me off—I could see it in the way he lingered in doorways, in the way his hand would hesitate before reaching for mine. But the conversation we needed? It never came. Each night, I retreated to sleep in another bedroom, avoiding any chance of confrontation. By the time he was up in the mornings, I was already gone—out the door befo