The luxury apartment where Heather Parker now resided, an ocean away from her past, had sleek glass windows that let in a coastal breeze. Her reflection flickered like a ghost against the pane as she stood on the balcony and gazed out at the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore.
She had been separated from Michael Hudson for years. Years had passed since she had allowed her ego, fear, and manipulation to ruin the one true thing she had ever owned.
Edward Reed had played Heather like a pawn, but she was no longer the innocent woman she had been. Now, in prison, where he belonged, Edward was rotting. What about Heather? Heather was preparing to come back.
There were several folders open on the marble worktop. Newspaper articles, business summaries, and gossip columns detailing Michael's ascent, his withdrawal following their split, and—most intriguing of all—his recent resurgence in the spotlight. There were also pictures. He was seen at a gala by one. Another, more recent, showed him next to a boy who looked remarkably like Michael.
Heather stared at that picture. She was always aware that Michael desired a family—something dependable and rooted. She had never been prepared for it. So far.
She opened her svelte, personalized planner as she approached her desk. She had written down her plans for the upcoming month, which included returning to the city, changing her public persona, relaunching her lifestyle brand, and getting back in touch with important people in Michael's social circle. Above all... Henry Whitlock.
Heather grinned to herself as her fingers rhythmically tapped the desk.
Her biggest regret had always been Michael Hudson, but now she had a new perspective. For the helpless, there was regret.
She had no intention of returning to apologize.
She was returning to get back what was rightfully hers.
She would also make sure that nobody or anything stood in her way this time.