The week following the board meeting was strangely peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Emma kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Victoria to unleash whatever counter-attack she'd been planning. But days passed with nothing more than radio silence from both Victoria and Dominic Kane. The media storm around their "contract marriage turned love story" had actually worked in their favor—what started as potential scandal had somehow transformed into a feel-good narrative that people were eating up.
"I don't trust it," Emma said Thursday evening, staring at her phone while Alexander cooked dinner. Well, "cooked" was generous—he was reheating the gourmet meal his chef had prepared earlier.
"Don't trust what?" Alexander looked up from the stove, wooden spoon in hand. He'd rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie, and Emma's heart did that stupid flip it always did when she saw him like this—domestic and relaxed in their home.
Their home. When had she started thinking of it that way?
