Chapter 17
Six months into their New York life, Addie found herself in a world she barely recognized.[]
Gone were the cozy flat–sharing dinners and lazy Sunday mornings. Their new penthouse in Tribeca was sleek, expensive, and somehow always cold despite the designer heating system.[]
Tristan–who now went by his full name, Tristan Kelce, in all professional settings–worked fourteen–hour days and came home speaking a language of mergers, acquisitions, and market dominance that felt foreign to her ears.]
“You should come to the Meridian Group party tomorrow night,” he said one evening, not looking up from his laptop. “It’s important I’m seen with the right people.“]].
“Seen with the right people?” Addie repeated from the kitchen, where she was making dinner for one again. “What am I, an accessory?”
“Don’t be dramatic.” His tone was dismissive in a way that reminded her uncomfortably of someone else. “You know what I mean. These connections matter. This is how business works in America.“[]
That night, she lay awake listening to Tristan’s even breathing and wondering when exactly her protector had started speaking to her like she was naive.

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