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Chapter Three
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2026-01-06 20:51:02Breakfast was already underway when they entered.
Laughter drifted across the long table, soft and unguarded, the kind that came from people who believed nothing in their lives was about to change. She felt the shift the moment they stepped inside. Not silence. Not stares. Just a subtle recalibration, as though the room had adjusted its posture around him.
His hand found her back as they moved forward. Not guiding her, exactly. More like reminding her where she belonged in the moment. She resisted the instinct to step away and focused instead on the steady rhythm of her breathing.
“Lift your chin,” he said under his breath.
She stiffened. “Don’t.”
He didn’t repeat himself. He simply waited. The pause was brief, but deliberate.
She lifted her chin.
They reached the table.
A woman rose immediately, tall and composed, her smile warm in a way that did not invite familiarity.
“There you are,” she said. “We were beginning to worry.”
He smiled back, effortless, assured. “Apologies. The morning ran longer than expected.”
The woman’s gaze slid to her, curious but sharp. “I imagine it did.”
She nodded politely, ignoring the tightness in her chest as they took their seats.
Everything unfolded without her asking. A cup placed to her right. Tea poured. Her chair nudged closer to his. No one spoke, yet everyone seemed to know what to do.
She scanned the table.
One seat was empty.
“Where is—” she began.
His fingers pressed lightly into her back. Just enough to stop the sentence before it could form.
Across from them, an older man cleared his throat. “Your brother sends his regards.”
Her heart jumped. “He’s not coming?”
“He left early this morning,” the man said. “Urgent matters abroad.”
She turned to him sharply. “He didn’t mention leaving.”
“He wouldn’t,” her husband replied, calm as ever. “I asked him not to.”
The words settled between them, heavy and unmovable.
“You had no right,” she said quietly.
“I had reason.”
No one reacted. No raised brows. No uncomfortable glances. Conversation flowed back into place as though nothing of consequence had been said.
That was when it sank in.
This wasn’t just his decision.
It was everyone’s.
Voices overlapped. Someone laughed. Plans were discussed. Her name appeared in conversation more than once, always paired with his, spoken as though the arrangement had existed far longer than a single night.
“You seem quiet,” he said, not looking at her.
She leaned closer, her voice barely audible. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Yes.”
The answer came too easily.
“You’re speaking for me,” she said. “Deciding when I should be silent.”
“I’m preventing questions you don’t want asked,” he replied. “There’s a difference.”
Her fingers curled against the tablecloth. “You don’t get to decide what I want.”
He finally looked at her then. Really looked.
“You’re shaking,” he said quietly. “If you speak too much right now, they’ll notice.”
Her breath caught. “So this is concern now?”
“It’s management,” he said. “Concern would come later.”
Across the table, the woman from earlier smiled. “You take such good care of her.”
His hand shifted beneath the table, resting against her knee. Still. Possessive. Unmistakable.
“I take responsibility seriously,” he said.
Approval rippled through the table.
Her stomach tightened.
She pushed her chair back slightly. “I need to step outside.”
His voice dropped. “Not yet.”
“I wasn’t asking.”
“I know,” he said. “But if you stand up now, someone will follow. Someone will ask questions. Someone will decide you’re fragile.”
“And you’d rather I sit here and pretend?”
“I’d rather you finish your tea,” he replied. “You haven’t touched it.”
She stared at him. “You’re controlling me.”
“Yes,” he said quietly. “Here.”
The honesty stole her breath.
She held his gaze for a long moment, anger burning hot and sharp, then sat back down.
Conversation swelled again, louder this time, relief threading through the room. She stared at her untouched plate, the sound of voices blurring around her.
When breakfast finally ended, chairs scraped back and people rose in clusters. She stood with them.
As she moved past him, she slowed just enough to speak.
“This won’t last,” she said.
His answer came softly, close to her ear. “Nothing does.”
Then, after a pause she felt more than heard, he added, “You should eat something before we leave.” She stopped walking, not because of the instruction but because of the quiet certainty beneath it
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