Chapter 7

THREE YEARS LATER Arthur's POV I step out of the bathroom, padding naked towards the glass window and stepping out onto the balcony of my penthouse, leaving droplets of water on my trail. Stretching my hand, I grab the last cigarette from the small glass table and light it, pushing it into my mouth and taking a long drag relishing in the smoke that exits my nostrils. I lean against the wall, watching the city with total disinterest. My gaze fixated on the roundabout in front of my home. The same roundabout that leads to Natalie and her fucking husband's home. The path that l've come to memorize so well I could shut my eyes and walk there, return and walk back there without hurdles. I take another long drag, watching the road. Knowing fully well that their house is just a few miles away. Sure I know where they're living. l've known for the past three years since I moved to New York. I know where they live, where they work, what time they leave for work in the morning, and