Chapter 173

Office. Clinton opened a folder labeled "Madeleine" and just sat there staring at her ID photo. It was the only picture of her after getting out of prison, taken when she started at the company. He saved it in a private, encrypted folder. And then, like he'd done countless times before, he started going through the photos and videos of him and Madeleine back in the day. He knew he'd never moved on. Never could. What he couldn't let go of was the way she walked away five years ago—how she chose to take the fall and go to prison. How she thought hurting herself would hurt him, too. Before that whole fake heiress scandal, Madeleine had been soft, sweet—like a delicate white rose that hadn't fully bloomed. In that locked-down album, he had an entire folder just for their memories. Abigail assumed he'd deleted all of it ages ago, but the truth was, he'd only hidden it away where no one could find. There was one photo—Madeleine at fourteen, in a school uniform, lighting up the sports field a