By the third week, the story had started spreading across the media.
That single photo from the charity dinner had given the press everything they needed. The playboy who had finally settled down. The unknown woman who had somehow caught him. A romance that felt real because sixty thousand people had decided it was.
The city wanted a love story. Dominic’s team gave them one.
We were booked into events almost every night. Charity auctions, board dinners. At the long reception, I sat beside Adrian, and people who had known him for decades watched us closely, searching for any weakness.
I didn’t slip. But the constant performance was starting to wear on me, sustaining two versions of myself in the same room, night after night, was getting harder to handle. The careful wife on the surface
