The rain slammed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, *lurring the glittering skyline of downtown Chicago into a smear of gold and *lue. It was 11:27 PM, and the silence in the room was he**ier than the storm outside, thick enough to choke on. Clara *ennett stood in the middle of the **r*le foyer, her hands clenched so tightly at her sides that her knuckles glowed white, her tailored silk *louse sticking to her *ack with a cold sweat that had nothing to do with the humid summer rain. Ten years. Ten years of **rriage, ten years of *uilding a life, a home, a facade of perfect happiness that had crum*led to dust in the span of thirty seconds.
Across the room, leaning against the **rk **hogany *ar with a glass of untouched scotch in his hand, was Ethan *ennett. He was still t