"And?" Zane leaned forward, his smirk widening into something more pointed. "Was she?"
I stayed silent for a long moment, the image of Katia under the French stars flashing in my mind with a clarity that made my chest tighten. I remembered the way she’d looked at me, not as a CEO, not as a Windsor, but as a man who was clearly out of his depth.
"No, she was not," I confessed, the words feeling heavy and wrong. "And for the first time in six years, Zane… I wasn't thinking about her, the ghost wife."
Zane’s expression shifted instantly. The playfulness died, replaced by a sharp, focused intensity. He knew exactly what I meant. He was the only person alive who knew the truth I carried in that locked desk drawer. He knew that I was already legally bound to a ghost named 'Kat' from a neon-so
