ログインCELESTE'S POV"Say that again.""There's video, Celeste. Not just the photo. Forty seconds, taken from across the street, and someone's cut it to look worse than it is."Phone on speaker, Damien pacing, hand dragging through his hair."Worse how," Damien said."Angle makes it look like she's leaning into him. She's not. She's reaching past him for the car door. But nobody's going to watch it twice to check.""Where did it come from.""Same account as the photo. The metadata, the device, the upload history. It's all Vivienne.""You're sure," Damien said."I'm sure enough to bring it to your mother by nine a.m.""That's four hours from now.""Then get dressed," Damien said, and hung up.He didn't look at me. Already moving, already three steps ahead."Damien.""What.""You're not even going to sit down for a second.""No.""Say something before you walk out that door."He stopped. Just for a breath."She tried to end us with a photo she staged herself," he said. "I'm not sitting down fo
CELESTE'S POV"Sir, this way, quickly."Security moved us before the glass doors finished swinging shut, a hand at my back, another at Damien's shoulder. The noise from the street dulled to a murmur behind us, still audible through the marble lobby."Damien—""Not here.""You froze out there.""I said not here, Celeste."The hotel manager crossed the lobby toward us, tall, grey suit, headset still hooked over one ear, his face arranged into the particular calm of a man who'd already decided something."Mr. Chen. A word, if I could.""Not now.""It's about the room reserved for the press debrief. Given the footage claims, the board's asking whether—""Whether what.""Whether it's appropriate for Mrs. Chen to be present for the internal call. Given the nature of the allegations.""You mean whether I did it," I said. "You can just ask me. I'm standing right here."The manager's eyes flicked to me and away again, back to Damien, like I hadn't spoken at all."Mr. Chen, I only meant—""Look
DAMIEN'S POV"Mr. Chen, is it true?""Celeste, look here, just one shot!""Is the marriage over, Mr. Chen?""Mr. Chen, did you know before this morning?""Celeste, over here, just one word!"A reporter shoved the photo above her head, turned it toward the cameras.I didn't look at it. I'd seen it four times already. Celeste's phone. Adrian's phone. The car screen on the way here.A lie with good lighting."Sir, we can take you around the side," a security guard said, falling into step beside us."No," I said. "We go through the front.""Mr. Chen, that's not—""Through the front.""Keep walking," I said, hand at the small of her back."They're not going to let us just walk past them.""I know.""Damien.""Keep walking.""Mr. Chen, over here!""Celeste, is there any truth to it at all?""Mr. Chen, does your silence mean—""We're not silent," I said. "We're walking.""Celeste, can you confirm or deny the affair?"The word hit the air between us. I felt her breath catch.I didn't let mine
CELESTE'S POV "Celeste. Pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up." My phone buzzed against the nightstand. Nadia's name, third time in a row. Six in the morning, grey outside the curtains. "Nadia, it's six in the morning." "Have you looked at your phone." "I'm looking at my phone right now. I'm talking to you on it." "Not the call. The internet. Open something. Anything." "What's going on." "Just open it." I sat up. Damien's side of the bed was empty, the sheets already cool. "Nadia, you're scaring me." "Good. You should be. Open your phone." I opened it. Four seconds to find. A gossip site's front page, a dozen reposts under it, my name sitting in a headline next to a word I never expected to see beside it. Me and Adrian on the office steps. His hand on my shoulder. My head tipped toward his. Both of us laughing. The noodle bag between us cropped clean out of frame, so it just looked like two people standing very close in the dark with nowhere to be. "That's not what it look
CHAPTER 33 CELESTE'S POV "Stop touching your earring," Damien said. "I'm not nervous," I said. "You've done it four times since we walked in." "Maybe I like my earring." "You look tense tonight," I said. "I'm always tense at these things." "More than usual." "Every board member Chen Industries answers to is in this room at once," he said. "Smile. We're being watched." I smiled. "You still haven't told me what happened after I left the office that night," I said. "No," Damien said. "I haven't." "Are you going to?" "Not tonight." "Damien." "Not tonight, Celeste. Tonight I need you focused on this room." "Fine." "Celeste." "I said fine." "Champagne?" Adrian appeared at my elbow, two glasses already in hand. "You're here," I said. "Damien invited half the legal department. I'm technically working." "Technically." "Mostly working." He handed me a glass. "You look like you're about to bolt for the exit." "I'm fine." "That's the second time tonight someone's said th
CELESTE'S POV "Get out," Damien said. Adrian didn't move. "Damien…" "I wasn't talking to you either, Celeste." He kept his voice very low. "Adrian. Get out of my house." "This is your office, not your house." Adrian said."Don't correct me right now." Damian quickly repliedAdrian quickly looked at me once. I didn't bother looking back."I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have said it in front of her. I shouldn't have said it at all." "You said it," Damien said. "Now leave." He ordered "Damien, don't do this in front of her." "I'm not asking twice." Damien backed.Adrian left. I listened to his footsteps down the corridor, the elevator open and close, and then it was just the two of us and the sound of Damien breathing through his nose. "Damien." I called"Don't." "I didn't do anything." I replied"I know that." He said it coldly. "That's not what I'm angry about." "Then what are you angry about." "That he's been feeding you dinner for two weeks and I found out by walking







