Se connecterSometimes, the most painful misunderstandings happen between two people who care about each other but are too afraid to say what they really feel. Sam’s silence says more than he realizes, and Caleste is left wondering whether the marriage she fought for means as little to him as he fears it does. What do you think—is Sam jealous of Adrian, or is he finally questioning his place in Caleste’s life?
I left the restaurant a moment later and spotted Sam halfway down the hallway.“Sam, wait.”He kept walking.I hurried after him and caught his wrist before he could reach the corner. He stopped, though he didn't turn around immediately.“Why are you upset?” I asked. “What did I do wrong?”For a moment, he said nothing. His lips parted, then closed again. He shook his head before finally looking at me.“You didn't do anything wrong, Caleste. I'm sorry.” His voice softened, but the tension in his face remained. “You're trying to save the project. I understand that.”“Then why are you acting like this?”“I'm not angry.”“Sam.”He looked away, his jaw shifting as he struggled with whatever he was trying to say.“Caleste, I just…” He dragged a hand over his face. “I've been wondering whether you still need this marriage at all.”My fingers loosened around his wrist. “What?”“A month ago, you asked me to marry you because you wanted to escape the arrangement your mother had made with Adrian
The hotel restaurant was quieter than I expected for lunchtime.Sam chose a table near the windows, away from the other guests. He pulled out a chair for me before taking the seat opposite mine, but the familiar gesture did little to ease the tension that had followed us inside.We ordered lunch. For a while, neither of us spoke.I kept glancing at him, waiting for some sign that he had returned to his usual self. He studied the menu, answered the server’s questions, and thanked her when she left. He did everything as he normally would, except look at me the way he usually did.When our food arrived, Sam moved the water glass closer to me before reaching for his own. It was another familiar gesture, so automatic that he probably hadn't noticed doing it. I almost smiled, relieved to find some part of him unchanged, but when I looked up, he was already staring at his plate.I couldn't keep the silence going any longer. “There’s something I need to tell you about the project.”Sam raised
Adrian studied me for a moment, his expression giving little away. “You think I expect something in return?”“I don't know what to think. We barely know each other, yet you chose to involve yourself in something that could affect my position at Ashworth. I need to understand why.”His jaw tightened slightly. “You don't owe me anything for helping you, Caleste.”“That isn't what I asked.”“I believe Reef and Reclaim deserves a chance,” he said. “I wanted to help you get one.”“That explains why you support the project. It doesn't explain why you chose to get involved.”He glanced toward the exit. “Perhaps I'm not ready to tell you everything.”I held his gaze, trying to decide whether that answer was meant to reassure me or simply end the conversation. We had met barely a month ago, and I still knew very little about him. I had no reason to trust him, but neither could I dismiss what he'd done for me that day.Adrian turned toward the car. His hand paused on the door before he spoke, hi
We had barely stepped out of Dr. Bennett's office when Mrs. Collins called my name from the common room. “Caleste, dear, before you go.”She approached with a rose in her hand, its soft pink petals opening unevenly around the center. “I grew it myself. The garden isn't what it used to be, but a few of my roses are still doing well. I thought you might like this one.”I accepted it carefully, touched by the gesture. “It's beautiful. Thank you.”“You'll come visit again, won't you? I have plenty more stories to tell you.”“I'd like that.”Mrs. Collins patted my hand before returning to the common room. When I turned back to Adrian, I found him looking at the rose with an expression I hadn't seen on him before.“What is it?” I asked.“Nothing. It reminded me of my grandmother.” He spoke with a warmth that surprised me.“She loved roses,” he continued. “She had a garden behind her house and insisted on looking after it herself. If anyone tried to help and did something she didn't like, she
I looked down at the folder between us, buying myself a moment to gather my thoughts. “Yes,” I said at last. “I'd still be here.” Dr. Bennett waited for me to explain. “Reef and Reclaim existed long before my inheritance became an issue. Sam and Leo started it because they wanted to do something about the damage being done to coastal environments. Joining Horizon Global gives them a chance to expand that work, but it doesn't change why they started.” I met his gaze. “Even if I lost my position in Ashworth tomorrow, the project would still matter.” “And what makes you think my foundation should be involved?” “Because we could accomplish more together. But I wouldn't ask you to support the project just because I believe in it. I'd want you to see what we've achieved, what we plan to do next, and decide for yourself whether it's worth supporting.” Bennett glanced at the proposal. “What would the expansion accomplish?” “We'd restore more damaged reef areas and improve waste recovery
“No one,” I said too quickly.Mrs. Collins made a soft, unconvinced sound. “That's not what you were saying a moment ago.”“Mrs. Collins,” I protested, my cheeks growing warmer.Adrian glanced between us. “Should I be concerned that I've missed something?”“Not at all,” I assured him.“Of course not.” Mrs. Collins lifted her teacup, her eyes bright with amusement. “We were only talking about someone she seems to think about quite often.”I wished the floor would open beneath my chair.Adrian's expression remained composed, but his attention settled on me. “Someone? Your husband?”“Oh, you're married? No wonder.” Mrs. Collins sounded so pleased with her discovery that I had no idea how to respond.“It's nothing,” I said, rising before she could add anything else. “We should probably find Dr. Bennett.”Adrian didn't argue. He merely stepped aside to let me pass. I was grateful he didn't ask anything else as we moved away from the common room.I glanced back at Mrs. Collins, who had alrea







