ANMELDENCeline I woke the next morning still thinking about everything Nathan had told me during our anniversary dinner. His admission about the trust had hurt because it confirmed that our marriage had begun with another motive he had never shared with me, but the way he had handled the conversation afterward had left me with something I had not expected to feel. He had not tried to dismiss my questions or convince me that I was wrong to be upset. Instead, he had admitted that keeping the truth from me had been unfair, and although I was not ready to forget what he had done, I found myself wondering whether the man sitting across from me now was still the same man who had approached me with a carefully calculated proposal.When I walked downstairs, I found Nathan already at the dining table with his tablet beside his coffee. He looked up when I entered, and the small smile that appeared on his face reminded me of the warmth I had seen in his expression during dinner the previous evening.“G
NathanThe question Celine had asked left me with no room to avoid the truth any longer. I had known about my grandfather’s trust before I approached her, and I had known that one of its conditions required me to remain legally married for a specified period before I could gain complete control of the assets attached to it. I had considered that information a private family matter, but I could see now that keeping it from Celine had created exactly the kind of doubt I had promised myself I would never allow between us.“Yes, I knew about the trust when I asked you to marry me,” I admitted, keeping my eyes on Celine as I spoke. “I should have told you from the beginning, and I understand why you feel betrayed by the fact that I didn’t.”Celine folded her arms across her chest as she listened, and the disappointment in her expression was more difficult to face than anger would have been. “So the marriage solved two problems at the same time,” she said, her voice controlled despite the h
CelineI spent most of the morning trying to convince myself that meeting Victoria was unnecessary, but every time I remembered her message, the uncertainty returned. She had been Nathan's fiancée, which meant she knew a version of him that existed long before I entered his life, and although Nathan had admitted that their relationship ended badly, he had never explained what had caused the separation.By the time I arrived at the restaurant Victoria had chosen, I had already decided that I would not allow her to manipulate me. If she wanted to tell me something about Nathan, I would listen, but I would not accept her version of the past simply because she had once been important to him.Victoria was already seated near the windows when I entered, and she stood to greet me with the same composed elegance I remembered from the day she appeared at Nathan's office.“Thank you for coming, Celine,” Victoria said as she gestured toward the empty chair opposite her.“I came because you said
CelineI barely slept after my conversation with Nathan the previous night because his words kept returning whenever I tried to settle my thoughts. He had told me that he no longer saw me as a temporary part of his life, and although he had not called it love or admitted that his feelings had changed, I could not ignore how different those words sounded from the man who had once described our marriage as nothing more than an arrangement with an expiration date. What troubled me even more was that, despite everything I knew about our contract, I wanted to believe him.When I entered the kitchen the following morning, I expected to find the usual breakfast Nathan preferred, but instead I found pancakes, fresh fruit, and coffee waiting on the table. Nathan stood near the counter with his sleeves rolled up, reading something on his phone, and when he noticed me, he put the device aside before gesturing toward the food.“I made breakfast for you,” Nathan explained.I looked at the plates b
NathanBy the time I arrived at the office the following morning, I had already replayed Celine's expression from the previous night several times. She had tried to conceal how much Victoria's message had unsettled her, but I had become familiar enough with her expressions to recognize when something was bothering her. What concerned me most was that I knew Victoria had contacted her, yet I had no idea what she had said, and although I wanted to ask Celine about it, I was reluctant to invade her privacy.Our marriage had begun with a contract, but I had promised Celine that I would respect her independence, and I intended to keep that promise even when my curiosity made it difficult. The fact that I was worrying about her reaction to Victoria at all was another matter I preferred not to examine too closely.When Celine came into my office later that morning, she placed a folder on my desk and explained, “The Carter Holdings proposal has moved forward, and Daniel's board is prepared to
CelineI remained beside Nathan as Victoria studied me with an expression I could not quite understand. She was not openly hostile, and there was no trace of the dramatic jealousy I might have expected from a woman meeting her former fiancé's new wife. Instead, she appeared remarkably composed, almost as though she already knew something about me that I did not know about her, and the calm confidence in her manner made me even more curious about the history she shared with Nathan.“I hope I am not interrupting anything important,” Victoria said, directing the question toward Nathan rather than me.“You are,” Nathan replied calmly. “I was about to meet Celine.”Victoria's eyes moved between us before she gave a small smile. “Of course. I remember how protective you were of your time.”“Victoria, whatever brought you here can wait until another day,” Nathan answered, his expression tightening slightly as he spoke.“I suppose it can,” Victoria replied, although the faint smile remained o







