And the best gift he ever gave me arrived the day after he left.
The divorce papers.
Yes.
I am officially free.
Not long after, Frederick Wardgrave’s death was announced.
Hunter also took over as CEO of Wardgrave Dynamics.
My father was imprisoned.
I’ve made several attempts to visit him, and each time, I was turned away.
Apparently, he said—and I quote—he has no traitor daughter.
So I suppose I no longer exist.
As for my family’s company, it currently has an interim CEO in place. With my father in prison, control should eventually pass to me, but according to the terms set out by my grandfather, I can’t take over until I’m married.
Not that I particularly want the company. But I don’t want to watch it end up in the hands of strangers either.
The problem is that I have absolutely no intention of getting married again any time soon.
So, for the foreseeable future, the interim CEO will have to do.
A knock sounds at my dorm door, and I push myself to my feet.
My ribs still ache. The doctors say they’re healing well.
But spring is already here, and I can’t stop wondering whether they’ll recover in time for the Olympics.
Or whether any doctor will ever clear me to compete again.
The knock sounds again.
I already have a pretty good idea who it is.
Sure enough, Adelaide is standing on the other side when I open the door.
“Took you long.”
I roll my eyes and step aside.
Adelaide strides straight into my living room.
I follow behind her and lower myself back onto the sofa.
She studies me for a moment before narrowing her eyes.
“What the hell is going on with you?”
I blink.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re depressed. Or heartbroken.”
“I’m neither.”
