Hazel’s POV
His words felt suffocating and far too mocking for me to swallow easily.
Legally married? Those two words tasted bitter on my tongue.
When I first came to Ellington Industries, hiding my marriage hadn't been some careless or random choice. Half of it had been Serena's doing because of her fear that I'd carelessly flaunt being the CEO's wife and hand the family's greedy distant relatives one more weapon to use against Bryce. The other half was entirely mine. Back then my design skills hadn't come close to being one of the best at the company, and I wanted the hardest, most rigorous training I could get, without any special treatment along the way.
It had worked out exactly as I'd hoped. My colleagues in the design department saw a modest designer with some background, someon
