"You have to sign this."
Ashley froze. The pen in her hand fell onto the marble countertop. Her fiancé stood in front of her, handsome as ever in his crisp white shirt and expensive watch, but his words sent shivers down her spine.
"What?" she asked.
Harvey glanced at the man beside him. The lawyer stepped forward and set two folders down on the counter.
"The prenup and the NDA," Harvey said, as if this were some ordinary business transaction.
Ashley slowly opened the first folder. The prenup was fair and tidy. She had expected that. She was, after all, an heiress. She did not mind protecting their assets. She nodded to herself, preparing to sign it.
Then she opened the second folder. Her breath caught.
"This one," Harvey said, tapping the pages, "is so we have no secrets. I want to be honest with you before the wedding."
Ashley scanned the document carefully. It was a non-disclosure agreement. Her eyes widened as she read the infidelity clauses and privacy clauses and media control. It was all written out like some twisted business transaction.
"This is about... affairs," she said quietly.
Harvey sighed, looking almost impatient. "Yes. If something ever happens, I do not want rumors affecting you or my company. This is cleaner."
Ashley's hands shook. "Something ever happens? You mean if you cheat?"
He did not even flinch. "I have already had relationships before you. You knew that. I am not saying I will stop loving you. You are my home, Ashley. But my life is busy. Temptation is everywhere. This just means you never have to be surprised. There will be no lies between us."
Ashley felt like she could not breathe. She sat down at the kitchen stool. "You are asking me to agree to an open marriage," she said.
Harvey nodded once. "Yes. I am giving you honesty. Many women would be grateful. You will still be my wife. You will still have my name. You will still have me."
Ashley pressed her hands together to stop them from shaking. "Harvey... I told you about my mother. You know why I hate this. You know what it did to my family. How can you ask me this?"
Harvey walked around the counter and crouched in front of her. His expression softened. "Ash, listen to me. You are the only one I love. These other women do not matter. They never will. They are just distractions. You are my forever."
Tears blurred Ashley's vision. She could still remember the face of her mother, pale and tear-streaked, when she had found out about her father's affair. She remembered the quiet funeral after her mother's depression killed her. She remembered the loneliness that had come after.
"You are telling me this the day before our wedding," she whispered.
"I wanted to be honest," Harvey said gently. "Would you rather find out later? This way you know exactly what to expect. No secrets."
Ashley shook her head and stood up. "I cannot sign this. I will sign the prenup, yes, but this... this is not marriage. This is not love. You are asking me to accept the one thing I swore I would never live through again."
Harvey stood too, his mouth pressing into a thin line. For a moment he looked frustrated, then he smoothed it away and gave her the charming smile that had once melted her heart. "You are upset now. I understand. But you will see that this is practical. You are too smart not to see that."
"I will never see this as practical," she said. "I do not want to marry someone who plans to cheat on me."
"You are not thinking clearly," Harvey said. "Our wedding is tomorrow. Everyone is expecting it. Do you want to humiliate us both?"
Ashley stared at him. "You postponed the wedding yourself the moment you asked me to sign this. Not me."
The lawyer cleared his throat softly. "Perhaps we should give Miss Dawson some time," he suggested.
Harvey's jaw tightened, then he nodded. "Fine. I will give you time. Think about it while I am gone. When I get back from my trip, we will talk again. Until then, the wedding is postponed."
Ashley's chest ached. She almost begged him not to go, not to leave her with this storm inside her chest. But she bit her tongue.
"Take your papers," she said finally.
Harvey hesitated. "Ashley—"
"Take them."
The lawyer gathered the folders. Harvey stepped closer, reaching for her hand, but she pulled it back.
"You know I love you," he said quietly. "You know I would never leave you."
"Then why do you need anyone else?"
Harvey had no answer. He simply gave her one last look, then turned and walked out.
Ashley sank onto the stool again. Her wedding dress hung in her room upstairs, white and perfect. The flowers she had chosen filled the house with a sweet, heavy scent. But it all felt wrong now. S
he buried her face in her hands and let herself cry.
She thought of the first time she met Harvey. He had been a guest speaker at the university, talking about leadership and success. He had spotted her in the crowd and sought her out after. He had been so charming, so persistent. He had waited for her after class in the rain, driven her home when she had no umbrella, bought her favorite books and chocolates for no reason.He had made her believe she was the only girl in his world.
Was that all a lie? Or had he loved her then, only to grow tired now?
Her phone buzzed. A message from Harvey appeared on the screen.
I love you. Think about it. I will call you when I land.
Ashley turned the phone face down. She could not read another word from him tonight.
She whispered to the empty room, "I cannot marry a man who does not choose me alone."
And for the first time, Ashley wondered if she would even see Harvey again after he came back from his trip.
Ashley woke up the next morning feeling the memory of last night's break-in heavy in her chest. The sun streamed through the curtains outside, suggesting that the whole world was exactly as it should be, but Ashley kept thinking that someone out there must be watching, must be hiding just a street over. She zipped her sweater up higher around her body before heading into the kitchen. Nathan was already there, sitting at the table with his laptop open in front of him and a steaming mug of coffee at his elbow. "You're up early," Ashley said, rubbing her eyes. "I don't sleep much." Nathan didn't look up from the screen. His voice was hushed but with the same steely undertone she had grown used to. "Eat something. We have a long day." Ashley nodded. She was still too tired to protest, and shuffled into the kitchen to make toast. The smell of warm bread cooking in the toaster filled the small kitchenette. She stood there, waiting, hands drumming against the counter. "You found the guy
Nathan picked her up the next morning at the university gate. He drove her to the lab himself. "You could have had someone else pick me up," Ashley said as she buckled the seatbelt across her shoulder. "I like to make sure my assignments get to where they're going safe," Nathan said, eyes on the road. Ashley frowned. "I'm not an assignment. I'm a person." Nathan turned to her, one eyebrow raised. "Then act like one. Stop looking like you're on your way to class. We're up against people who will kill to keep this formula a secret." Ashley crossed her arms. "So now I should start dressing like a soldier?" Nathan didn't answer, but the corner of his mouth twitched. "Just do what I say. You'll live longer." Ashley stared out the window, irritated. "You don't even know me, Nathan. You act like I'm some careless freshman who doesn't understand what's happening." Nathan's voice remained level. "I act like someone who's seen what happens when people underestimate threats like this. Yo
Ashley awoke early the next morning. She hadn't slept much, but she felt clear-headed, like the fog in her chest had finally lightened and become something she could bear. The house was quiet. She made coffee and sat by the window, mug steaming in her hands, and wrote down everything she wanted to say to Harvey when he returned. It wasn't much. Just a few sentences on a torn page of her notebook. But it was enough. Enough to remind her of who she was, and why she would not bend, even for him. By noon, Ashley packed her bag and drove back to the city. The streets were crowded and the sun bright on the windshield, but Ashley scarcely noticed. She had classes to take, projects to finish, a life still left unfinished. She would not let Harvey take that from her too. When she walked into the chemistry building, the air smelled of bleach and dry markers. Her professor, Dr. Reed, was already waiting for her, standing near his office. "Ashley," he said, voice lower than usual. "Come with
Ashley remained at the kitchen counter long after Harvey had left. The house was too quiet, the flowers too bright. Her dress hung upstairs like a forgotten dream. Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet and walked to her bedroom, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Her phone was still buzzing with messages from Harvey. She turned it off and put it aside. The next morning she packed a small bag and drove out of the city. The sky was gray and heavy with clouds. The road was empty. She drove to her grandmother's estate, the place she lived outside of town that she hadn't seen in months. The caretaker greeted her pleasantly when she arrived. The old house was big but it was also warm. It smelled of her grandmother's lavender perfume and the stories she had told Ashley as a child. Ashley slowly walked the length of each room, running her fingers over her grandmother's furniture, her books, her curtains sewn by hand. She sank into the parlor's plush chair where her grandmother used to
"You have to sign this." Ashley froze. The pen in her hand fell onto the marble countertop. Her fiancé stood in front of her, handsome as ever in his crisp white shirt and expensive watch, but his words sent shivers down her spine. "What?" she asked. Harvey glanced at the man beside him. The lawyer stepped forward and set two folders down on the counter. "The prenup and the NDA," Harvey said, as if this were some ordinary business transaction. Ashley slowly opened the first folder. The prenup was fair and tidy. She had expected that. She was, after all, an heiress. She did not mind protecting their assets. She nodded to herself, preparing to sign it. Then she opened the second folder. Her breath caught. "This one," Harvey said, tapping the pages, "is so we have no secrets. I want to be honest with you before the wedding." Ashley scanned the document carefully. It was a non-disclosure agreement. Her eyes widened as she read the infidelity clauses and privacy clauses and media c