Chapter 159: The Private Look

The reception unfolded with the ease of a well rehearsed performance. Glass walls reflected the city lights of Virex like a second sky. Conversations rose and fell in controlled cadences. Laughter was measured. Applause arrived exactly when expected. Nathaniel Crosswell moved through the room with Lillian at his side, his hand resting lightly at her back, never claiming, never retreating.

They were flawless.

To anyone watching, the marriage had settled into something enviable. Not passionate. Not cold. Balanced. A partnership that suggested long hours and shared decisions. The kind of union boards trusted and rivals hesitated to challenge.

Lillian felt it like a second skin. She smiled when required. She answered questions with clarity and grace. She thanked donors and redirected praise with practiced humility. She did no