Chapter 3

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Macy Taylor. I hadn't heard that name in a long time.

I dazed out for a second.

Everything about Silas's weird behavior lately finally made sense.

My assistant stepped forward and asked softly, "Giana, should we still contact the media?"

I shook my head. "No need."

Not anymore. Not ever again.

Macy was Silas's first love from when they were teenagers.

She was his 'White Moonlight,' the girl his family forced him to leave.

She was the regret he carried while he wasted his life on random flings.

I remembered how Silas fought his family for that relationship.

The proud young master had actually bowed his head and begged me just to see her one last time.

I sat in my office until it was dark.

A mutual friend called and invited me to Macy's welcome-home party.

Maybe a small part of me was still hoping for something.

I touched up my makeup and drove to the club.

When I pushed the door open, Silas was already there, drinking for Macy to protect her from the crowd.

The way he looked at her was so tender it could drown a person.

When he saw me, the smile on his face froze.

A friend waved me over to sit.

"Giana, you remember Macy, right? You grew up with Silas. You should make them drink! If it weren't for the news, we wouldn't even know they were back together. Also, you're a great PR manager. You kept this a total secret!"

Back together. What a beautiful phrase.

If only I wasn't already Mrs. Sterling.