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fall to my sides limply, and she shakes her head. “You lied to me, Aaron. A lie of omission, but a lie all the same. This isn’t a tiny thing that can be swept under the rug and forgotten. This is huge and a central part of your life. All the times you asked me to tell you everything about me, you were never willing to return that. You were never going to tell me. You said so yourself. I can’t stay. I’m sorry.”
    She swipes at her cheeks, and all I can do is stare at her. Every part of me is screaming to reach out to her, to grab her, to hold her to me and never let her go.
    There’s a knock at the door and she opens it, sniffing quietly. A porter is standing there, a cart at his side, and my chest tightens. She opens the door wider for him to enter, and all I can do is stand in silence as he loads her suitcases onto the cart and pushes it back outside the room.
    “Is my car ready?” Dayton asks quietly.
    “ Oui, mademoiselle. ” He disappears into the lift, and she grasps the doorknob tighter.
    “I’m begging you, Dayton. I’m fucking begging you not to go.”
    “I was ready to give it all up,” she whispers, her voice cracking. “When you gave me my necklace again, I was going to tell you. I was ready to give it all up to be with you. I was going to call Monique, cancel the payment, and leave her. I didn’t think I could walk away from you again. I didn’t know if I’d survive another broken heart.”
    Her words ricochet through me so fucking painfully that I can barely breathe. “So don’t. Stay . Please .”
    “You were right. True love never dies. It only fades, lingering below the surface until we’re ready for it again. Until fate puts us in the right place and the right time and that simmerin g love can come alive again.” She clasps her purse to her chest and looks over her shoulder at me. “I love you, Aaron, but I have more integrity than to stay with a man who can lie to me so easily. I respect myself too much. I’m sorry. I can’t stay.”
    She runs through the doors , and I move instinctively. Her words fuel my running toward the elevator. Just in time to see the doors close.
    “Day! Fuck, Dayton!”
    I slam my hands against the doors. My chest is heaving as her words repeat again in my mind.
    “I love you, Aaron…”
    I push off from the doors and head toward the stairwell. Fuck this. I need to get down there to her. I need to try one last time. I don’t care that I look like a madman in an expensive suit, flying down the stairs of Paris’s most exclusive hotel. All I care about is getting to the woman who has held my heart for seven years.
    But I’m too late. I explode into the lobby and my eyes find her car immediately as the door closes. It pulls away from the hotel and leaves me standing in the middle of the lobby, unable to do anything but watch her go.
    I’m powerless. This is a situation I’m unable to control, one I was never able to.
    I run my fingers through my hair, anger mixing with the dull ache in my chest, and I turn to the concierge. “Do you have anywhere I can make a private call?”
    “ Oui. Follow me, sir.” He leads me to a small room off the lobby and leaves me.
    I pull out my cell and dial my assistant’s number. She answers immediately.
    “Aaron Stone’s office. How may I help you?”
    “Dottie, it’s me.”
    “Oh, Mr. Stone! Is everything all right?”
    “No, honestly. I need you to do something for me.”
    “Of course.” I hear the shuffle of papers as she grabs her notepad and pen. “What is it?”
    “Cancel all my meetings next week and the next. Condense as many of the Par is meetings into the next seven days. If they can’t do it, then tough. I will be leaving Paris at six p.m. on the twenty-third. Got that?”
    “Yes. Anything else?”
    “Call Mr. Carlisle Sr. in New York and request that he draw up new divorce papers. Seven and a half is my final offer. I’ll be flying back to New York.”
    “Absolutely. Mr. Stone… are you