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

Three weeks later, I sat in the same conference room where this whole mess had started. The papers spread across the mahogany table looked different this time—final, somehow. Like the end of a very long book.
"Adrian has agreed to buy out your entire stake," Rachel said, sliding the documents towar...

Three weeks later, I sat in the same conference room where this whole mess had started. The papers spread across the mahogany table looked different this time—final, somehow. Like the end of a very long book.

"Adrian has agreed to buy out your entire stake," Rachel said, sliding the documents towar...

Chapter 8