I thought seven years of marriage had given me a home, but I was just a supporting character in someone else's love story.
When I saw that ArtForum magazine, my heart nearly stopped—my mother's only legacy, Ansel Adams's signed Moonrise, Hernandez, was hanging on the wall behind Evangeline. She reclined elegantly on white Italian leather, her smile perfect like a victory announcement.
Adrian called it a "temporary loan," but I knew the truth: when a man starts giving your treasures to another woman, you're already worthless in his heart.
I won't keep performing for a dead relationship. It's time to reclaim everything that's mine—including myself.

Luna Gallery

Chapter 9

Saturday morning, nine sharp. I sat in my office at Moonlight Gallery, surrounded by seven years of carefully organized files and contact lists. The morning light streamed through the windows, making everything look deceptively peaceful.
*Seven years of building this place. But it was never really ...

Saturday morning, nine sharp. I sat in my office at Moonlight Gallery, surrounded by seven years of carefully organized files and contact lists. The morning light streamed through the windows, making everything look deceptively peaceful.

*Seven years of building this place. But it was never really ...

Chapter 7