Not sure how much longer I can continue to rely upon him...

I look at Mia, who has finally drifted off in her highchair, a smear of organic pear still on her chin.

She’s so innocent, so oblivious to the storm her father has just unleashed.

My heart aches.

I have to protect her.

Even if it means protecting her from him.

From the man he can’t seem to stop himself from being.

My walls feel like the only sane defense right now.

And the father of my child, the man I’d started to glimpse beneath the billionaire facade, feels like a dangerous and unpredictable stranger all over again.

Because he’s the man who chose the fall.

The man who left me, and Mia, waiting for the impact.

40

Leo

Every rep on this goddamn custom rig Auger set up in my home gym is a battle, not just against the resistance bands mimicking the pull of a deployed wingsuit, but the gnawing voice in my head.

Traitor.

Liar.

Fool.

My leg and shoulder scream with a familiar, grinding pain, a constant reminder of the Chamonix impact.

But I push through it.

Physical pain is a known entity, a distraction.

Better than the raw, unfamiliar ache Mia, and now Sabrina, have carved into some previously numb part of my chest.

When I came home an hour ago, the penthouse was empty. A quick text from Charlie, my head of security, confirmed Sabrina was out with Mia, meeting Tatiana Rossi.

Good for her. Probably needed to vent about the resident billionaire jackass she’s currently cohabitating with.

So, I came in here. To the gym. My sanctuary. My torture chamber.

My muscles burn. I focus on the strain, on the metallic tang of sweat in my mouth, on anything but the image of Sabrina’s face when she finds out I jumped.

And she will find out. There’s no doubt about that.

A video of my most recent jump leaked today. I don’t know if she’s seen it yet.

But if not, she will, eventually.

I hear the chime of the private elevator. It’s faint, but in this charged silence, it sounds like a goddamn alarm bell.

Sabrina.