Genevieve Hayes had spent fifteen years perfecting the art of being invisible

Then he stepped back.

He did not threaten her. He did not demand answers. He simply turned and walked out, leaving the card behind like a key to a door she never wanted opened again.

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When the suite was finally empty, Genevieve remained seated beneath the soft golden lights.

The luxury around her suddenly felt hollow. Marble floors. Crystal glasses. Silk curtains. None of it mattered. Not when the past had entered the room wearing a tailored suit and speaking her name like he had owned it all along.

She reached for the card but did not pick it up immediately.