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She almost made it through dinner before she broke her own rule.The plan had seemed so clear before now, sitting alone in the kitchen with the bracelet in her pocket. ‘Watch him and let him lie. See exactly how good he'd be at it.’But then, he was home, humming under his breath while he loosened his tie. He poured himself a glass of the wine she had bought for the Hendersons' dinner they never attended, looking so entirely at ease in his own life that she simply stopped being willing to wait."How was your previous Singapore trip?" she asked."Good. Marcus even wants another round of revisions on the Meridian contract, so I'll probably be buried in that all week." He took a sip of wine, not really looking at her, as usual."And you? How was your week?""Quiet, nothing much." Ivy set her own glass of wine down without touching it. "I found your other phone."Adrian didn't move for a second. She saw it, a small hitch, like a skipped frame in a film. Then he set his glass down slowly,

She didn't want to go. Two days after her accounts froze, with Denise still working through emergency motions that moved slower than Ivy's patience could stand, Adrian informed her over breakfast that the Whitfield Foundation gala was Friday, and that she'd be attending as his wife, the same as every year."People will ask questions if you're not there," he said, not looking up from his coffee, as though the last week hadn't happened at all. "Let's not give anyone a reason to speculate.”She'd almost said no. But Denise's voice was still in her head, calm and professional, warning her not to give Adrian anything to use against her in the divorce filing they hadn't submitted yet. “Play the part a little longer. Just until we have leverage of our own…”So Friday came, and Ivy stood in front of her mirror in the dark green dress Adrian had always liked. She smiled at exactly the right moments, and she let him rest his hand at the small of her back for the cameras at the entrance like not

The box sat on the table for a full ten seconds before Xavier opened it.Inside was a ring Ivy recognized—antique gold, an emerald-cut diamond, a setting that had gone out of fashion a decade ago."You kept it," she said."You know this ring?""I chose this ring eleven years ago in a shop on Erie Street, before my father called your father and ended what we had over the phone like he was cancelling a dinner reservation.""I never returned it anyway." Xavier's jaw tightened. "Told the jeweler I'd changed my mind about the setting, but I never went back.""Why keep it? You could've sold it, thrown it out, or given it to someone else."He didn't answer that question either. Instead, he took the ring out of the box and held it up between them. "This has to go on before the announcement drops tomorrow."Ivy looked at the ring, then at him, understanding this wasn't really a request; she held out her hand.He slid it onto her finger himself, slower than the moment called for. The ring slid