Corbet stood on the balcony of the huge master suite, staring into the night sky. He glanced at his watch, shocked to find it was 3am.
No matter how many times he said the words, he couldn't make himself believe them.
Janine was gone.
Angrily he hit the railing with his hand, wincing at the pain it caused. But he didn't care... Nothing hurt as badly as knowing that she left him.
That horrible moment ran through his mind over and over; the moment that he awoke to find the envelope on the bed, his name written in bold letters.
And inside the words: I don't love you anymore.
Damn it, Janine...
He should have seen it coming. Every time he put her down, started an argument or spoke harshly to her, he felt a pang of guilt.
But he was too consumed with his career.
The stress of his job was unbelievable; people coming at him from all sides, demanding that he put his work ahead of everything else. At first he refused to make his career more important than his marriage, but soon he was consumed in guilt. He'd worked his whole life to get this far, and he didn't want to throw it away. When he got to the top, he thought he'd be happier than he ever dreamed.
But he was wrong.
Janine was the only person who ever believed in him, ever really loved him. The only one he'd ever truly loved. She was his world and his life and he'd thrown it all away.
There had to be a way to get her back.