Have you ever watched a disaster in slow motion and thought-God, could it get any worse?That's me, every time I see him. Sebastian Carrington used to be my husband, the man who taught me a lesson I'll never forget. I had to walk away, build a new life, and promise myself I'd never set foot in his world again. Then I met Theodore. Different name, same bloodline. And before I could get out, my past and my future collided in the most spectacular way possible. Now I'm sitting across the table from the man I once swore I'd hate forever, watching his eyes trace every lie I've carefully built. He looks at me like he wants to tear my world apart, just to see if I'll beg him not to. The worst part? I don't know if I'd stop him. Because this isn't a love story. It's not about forgiveness, or redemption, or any of those pretty words people write to make heartbreak sound holy.It's about obsession, power, and the kind of pleasure that comes with losing control. And since you've made it this far, don't pretend you're not dying to watch me fall.