LOGINChapter 10Every gesture Sadie made, every word she spoke, every glance she cast in his direction—all of it was now filtered through the lens of what he knew. The devoted wife act was impressive, he had to admit. She had everyone in the room completely convinced, including Derek, who stood silently behind Damien's wheelchair, his face an impassive mask that only Damien could read."You know," Edmund said suddenly, his voice taking on a thoughtful tone, "perhaps it would be good for the two of you to have some time alone. Damien just got here, and I'm sure they have things to discuss as newlyweds that don't need an audience of concerned parents."The suggestion sent a spike of panic through Damien's chest, quickly suppressed. Being alone with Sadie, maintaining the charade without the buffer of their families—it was exactly the kind of situation that could reveal his knowledge if he wasn't careful."That's very considerate," Sadie said before Damien could respond, her voice soft and
Chapter 9Those eyes found Damien's the moment he entered, and he watched as her face transformed—brightening with what looked like genuine relief and joy."Damien," she breathed, and the raw emotion in her voice would have convinced anyone who didn't know better that she was genuinely happy to see him. "You came."The performance was flawless. If Damien hadn't heard the conversation in the parking garage with his own ears, he might have believed it himself. Instead, he forced himself to mirror her expression, letting relief and concern flood his features as Derek wheeled him closer to the bed."Of course I came," he said, reaching out to take her hand—the hand that wasn't connected to an IV line. Her skin was warm against his palm, her fingers curling around his with what felt like genuine need. "How are you feeling? The doctor said the surgery went well, but—""I'm fine," Sadie interrupted gently, her thumb stroking across his knuckles in a gesture that felt disturbingly intimat
Chapter 8"So what's your plan?" Derek asked warily. "Because if you're thinking about playing some kind of elaborate counter-con, I need to know right now. I need to know what I'm signing up for."Damien was quiet for a long moment, his mind racing through possibilities. The phantom pain in his legs had faded, replaced by a different kind of sensation—the thrill of having an enemy he could actually fight, a threat he could actively defend against rather than simply enduring passively."We document everything," he said finally, his voice steady and determined. "Every conversation, every interaction, every moment she thinks I'm falling for her act. We gather evidence—real, concrete evidence that will stand up in court when the time comes. Phone records, financial statements, witness testimonies. We build an airtight case.""And in the meantime?" Derek prompted."In the meantime, I play the grateful husband," Damien replied, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "I'm wounded, traumatized by
Chapter 7The silence that followed was deafening. Damien felt as if all the air had been sucked from the garage, leaving him gasping in a vacuum of betrayal and vindication. He had been right. His suspicions, his paranoia, his absolute certainty that this was all an elaborate con—all of it had been justified."That's..." Marcus's voice trailed off, and when he spoke again, there was something almost like admiration in his tone. "That's actually brilliant. But what about yesterday? The stabbing? Why would she go that far?""To make it believable, obviously." Gwen's tone suggested she was explaining something to a particularly slow child. "She needed Damien to trust her completely, to never question her motivations. What better way than to literally take a blade for him? Now he'll be so grateful, so convinced of her devotion, that he'll never see the betrayal coming.""And what do I get out of this?" Marcus asked, his voice taking on a calculating edge. "If Sadie's going to be playing
Chapter 6The harsh fluorescent lights of St. Mary's Hospital parking garage cast long shadows across the concrete as Derek maneuvered the car through the maze of vehicles the following morning. Damien sat in the passenger seat, his wheelchair folded in the trunk, staring blankly ahead as they descended toward the visitor parking level. He had barely slept the night before, his mind churning through scenarios and possibilities until exhaustion had finally claimed him sometime near dawn."You look like death warmed over," Derek observed, his tone carefully neutral as he navigated a tight corner. "When's the last time you actually slept more than two hours?""I'll sleep when I have answers," Damien replied, his voice rough from lack of rest. The phantom pain in his legs had been particularly vicious during the night, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil that refused to let him rest. "Have you heard anything from the hospital? Any updates on her condition?""My mom texted ar
Chapter 5Helena immediately turned toward him, her maternal instincts overriding her desire to stay close to Sadie. "Of course, darling. Derek, would you mind taking Damien home? We can stay here with the Blakes and keep watch over Sadie.""I should stay," Damien protested weakly, knowing it was expected of him. "She's my wife now. I should be here when she wakes up.""She'll understand," Edmund assured him, his voice warm with paternal affection. "You've been through a terrible shock today, son. You need to take care of yourself so you can take care of her when she comes home."Home. The word struck Damien like another blow. In all the chaos and confusion, he had somehow forgotten that Sadie Blake was now legally Sadie Cross. She would be coming home with him, living in his house, sharing his space. The thought of having to maintain the charade of grateful husband while she recovered from her supposed heroic sacrifice made his stomach clench with dread.Derek was already moving to t







