The Wife He Never Loved
The screen showed a photo from the award ceremony, a picture of me carrying Aria out of the ballroom in my arms, her face buried in my neck, the crystal award left behind on the table.
The headline beneath it read something about “Passionate Night for Gallery Director of the Year.”
Lucien leaned forward, tapping the image with a long finger.
“Look at this. The way you’re holding her. The way she clings to you. Someone is in love, Kyle. Deeply, dangerously in love.”
His smile widened, eyes flicking up to mine. “Or is it an obsession? It's hard to tell the difference with you.”
I glanced at the photo for half a second, then pushed the tablet back across the desk. “I’m working. If you have actu