He would have never thought his work would be the reason he lost her. But the more he thought about it the more he realized he had never been there for her. He had prioritized his work, prioritized making money and keeping his business on top. He had told himself that he was doing this for them, that eventually he could step back and let the company run itself. But that day never came, he never took a step back and he lost his wife because of it. One day he came home after one of his ever so important business trips and she was gone… her things gone… her wedding ring on his pillow and a note that simply read goodbye. How could he have let this happen? How had he, the great Orion James, lose the woman who he was meant to put above everything else.

Orion had spent the first years of his life poorer than dirt, promising that he would be rich and he would never look back. And he did just that, he climbed the fucking ladder until he was on top. He then became obsessed with staying on top, not letting anything get in the way. She had always told him that she would love him if they were in the most fabulous pent house or a cardboard box. But he could never quite believe her, could never allow himself to think it was true. He should have believed her, he should have known when to focus on her.

His life had fallen apart since that day, his company was fine but everything else was a mess. He needed her, god he needed her back. He didn’t care what it would take, he was going to get her back. Orion had heard a couple months back that she was living with a friend near Central Park. He wasn’t ashamed to say he had hired a private investigator to find exactly where she was. That’s when the roses began to show up at her front door. The most beautiful roses that money could buy. A simple note was attached, a phone number with the words “please call me”, Orion’s phone number, his handwriting. God he prayed she would call him.