LOGIN"You want to come with me?" he asked."I said make it for two. Don't make me say everything twice."He smiled, but I caught something underneath it, something more affected than the smile let on.The days leading up to it settled into something I hadn't let myself expect. One morning he kissed me goodbye on his way out, quick and automatic, then stopped in the doorway like he'd surprised himself by not thinking about it first. I liked that more than I wanted to admit. I didn't want our marriage to become a permanent negotiation where every small thing had to be discussed before it happened.Anniversary morning, he didn't wake me with anything extravagant. No jewelry, no house full of flowers. He brought breakfast from the tiny bakery near the courthouse where we'd married, the same cheap pastry I'd eaten that morning seven years ago, still warm."You remembered where this place even was," I said."Some things don't leave."I had something for him too, though I hadn't planned it. I'd s
"What do you mean, not the one we had before?""During the second year," he said, "I stopped asking myself how to get you back and started asking a harder question. If you did come back, why would you want the marriage you left?""We weren't unhappy, Roman.""I know we weren't." He said it without hesitation. "That's not what I mean. We had love. What we didn't have was me knowing the difference between taking care of you and deciding things for you."I thought about it, and the examples came easily once I let myself look for them. The car he'd arranged after mine broke down, before I'd said a word about wanting one. The studio problem he'd solved with a phone call before I'd even decided how I wanted to handle it myself. Appointments moved around his schedule because his time always seemed to matter more, quietly, without either of us ever saying so out loud."Sometimes I liked it," I admitted. "Sometimes I depended on it.""I know. That's what made it easy for me not to notice when
Roman didn't move toward me right away. He stood there for a moment, and I could see it, how badly he wanted this and how afraid he was of moving too fast, of turning tonight into something I'd regret in the morning."You're hesitating," I said."I'm trying not to.""Roman.""I don't want you to think I assumed anything. Locking a door isn't a signed contract."I almost laughed. "I locked it because I wanted to. Not because I need convincing."That was enough. He crossed the room and I met him halfway, and this time there was no careful distance between us, no permission asked twice. His hand found my waist the way it always had, and when he kissed me I felt something warm and familiar rise up underneath the wanting, some memory of a night years ago in this same bed, both of us laughing about something so small I couldn't even remember what, only the sound of it, only how easy we'd been together once.I didn't only lose the man who hurt me that night in the ballroom. I lost the man I
"Then that's Roman's decision," I told Camille.She wasn't expecting that. "You don't understand what's at stake. If the board removes him, he loses everything his family spent generations building.""I understand exactly what you're suggesting.""Do you?""You think I should leave before he has to lose something for choosing me."She didn't deny it. "I'm trying to be practical."I saw the irony immediately. For years, Roman had justified deciding things for me because he thought he knew what would protect me. Now Camille was inviting me to do exactly the same thing to him.I'd spent weeks demanding that Roman stop deciding what I could survive. I wasn't going to turn around and decide what he was allowed to sacrifice."If Roman decides Ashbourne matters more than this marriage," I said, "he'll tell me himself.""And if he doesn't?""Then I'm not leaving a man I still love because you think losing me would be better for him."I heard myself say it and felt the weight of it land before
I stood in front of the mirror at Hartwell House, my wedding ring catching the morning light, Roman finishing his cufflinks behind me. For the first time in years, we were about to leave this house together looking like exactly what we were."Still want to do this?" he asked.I met his eyes in the mirror. "Ask me again and I'm going without you."He almost smiled, but I could feel the nerves underneath both of us. He noticed my thumb moving over the ring."You don't have to wear it for them.""I'm not wearing it for them."That landed somewhere in him. He stepped closer and fixed the clasp at my wrist that had come loose, his fingers steady even though I could feel the tension in him."Are you afraid?" I asked."Yes.""Of losing the company?""Of what?""That I say everything I've needed to say for seven years," he said, "and it still isn't enough to undo what you heard that night.""It won't undo it." I let that sit a moment. "But you can stop letting it be the last thing the world h
I looked at Roman. "I want to hear it from you."He asked his father to leave."There's no time," his father said. "The board meets in the morning.""Then you can wait outside."His father left. Roman and I were alone."They showed me papers with your signature on them," he said. "Claims against the studio. Enough to freeze your accounts and drag your name through court before you even understood what was happening."I stared at him. "And you believed them?""I believed they could do it."That distinction hurt more than the threat itself."They told me if I acknowledged you that night, everything would be released before morning. Your studio. Your reputation. Every document they'd prepared.""And if you denied me?"His voice dropped. "You walked away untouched."That was why he'd said it. *I have never met this woman.*"So you let me walk away believing my husband was ashamed of me.""Yes.""Why didn't you trust me enough to let me choose what I was willing to lose?"He had no defense







