Chapitre 64: CHAPTER 64

MILES

Renee has been avoiding me. She didn't come home tonight. The only thing I got from her was a curt text saying she'd be working late at the office.

I knew what I needed to do—apologize. I should show up at her office with flowers, admit my mistakes, and make things right. But I also knew Renee. She wouldn't just accept an apology; she'd demand answers to the questions she asked. And until I'm ready to give her those answers—truthfully and completely—any apology would feel hollow.

Frustrated, I pulled my car over outside one of my clubs. If I couldn't fix things with Renee right now, I might as well lose myself in something productive. The club's paperwork had been piling up for weeks, ignored in the chaos of my personal life. Maybe I could distract myself with work.