I kissed him. He didn't refuse.
In that moment, I believed everything was finally moving in the right direction.
Then his secretary burst through the door, breathless.
"Mr. Farley, Miss Stephens's plane just landed!"
Sylvester shoved me away.
Every trace of warmth vanished from his eyes. Gone, like it had never existed.
He didn't even stop to put on shoes. He ran out barefoot.
I stood in front of the piano like a discarded toy.
Take it slow. What a joke.
From start to finish, the only person in his heart was Lucy Stephens.
If he was so in love with Lucy, why had he agreed to the marriage in the first place?
When Matriarch Farley proposed the alliance, I hadn't accepted right away. I'd asked my grandmother to send someone to get Sylvester's answer.
The messenger came back with a simple response: "Mr. Farley has agreed."
It wasn't until later that I learned the truth. The day he nodded yes was the same day the news broke that Lucy had died in a car accident in Continental Heights.
But Lucy hadn't died.
She'd defected to the Henson family's competitors. Then she and Sylvester worked together, one from the inside and one from the outside, and dismantled Henson Corp piece by piece.