He Dug Up My Broken Grave

Summary

When Zachary Cross sat down for his first major television interview, the atmosphere in the studio was warm, almost reverent.

The host smiled warmly, shifting her notes before bringing up a love letter he had written ten years ago. She quoted a few lines—gorgeous, devastatingly romantic prose that read like poetry. It was entirely at odds with his reputation as a cold, ruthless venture capitalist.

Zachary remained silent for a long, heavy moment. He didn't deny writing it.