Terminally ill Layla stops pleasing her cold CEO husband Zev and starts living for herself. As she pulls away, Zev is forced to confront what he's lost—and the truth he's hidden. Can he win her back before her time runs out?
Mr. Hawthorne, you've been gone three months. We've basically been sleeping in separate rooms anyway. This afternoon, I had Mary move all your clothes to the room next door. What did you say?
I said, go upstairs and back to your own room. How did she change so much all of a sudden? Zev, that deal on this trip was brilliant. Those old board members didn't dare make a pup.
Where's Layla? Zev, don't blame me for speaking up. Layla was the arranged marriage that wicked stepmother shoved at you. She's Camilla's spy, planted right next to you.
So far, I haven't found any evidence she's secretly in contact with Camilla. Your stepmother nearly killed you years ago. These past two years, Layla's either been a total fool or a very good actress! Bucket list item number one. Wear the clothes I actually like.
Miss Sinclair, you look so cool today! Thanks. I'm heading out later. What's for dinner? Your favorite pasta.
I'm done. Take your time.