My late husband

Lilly

Before I even opened my eyes, I sensed the pounding headache. The memories of Jack haunted my dreams. Self-doubt that my judgment was skewed. Just as it had been with my late husband.

It was sheer luck that the fuck up with Jack hadn’t left a lasting impact on my daughters. Saoirse and Sierra were too young. And my eldest… well, she lucked out. Thank God. But if my judgment failed me again, my girls would be hurt. They’d already grown attached to Chance.

“Two days in a row with a headache,” I muttered to myself as my feet touched the soft carpet.

After a quick shower, I eyed my closet, wondering if Chance would fire me if I showed up in sweats. I scoffed in my head. Probably. So I continued going through possibilities until my eyes stopped on an emerald, tailored dress.

Green like Chance’s eyes.

Dress it is, I decided. Courtesy of the billionaire boss.

My youngest two dressed, I ran around the house finishing the weekend bags.

“Toiletries, check,” I muttered to myself. “Play sho