The next morning, sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the hotel’s public lounge restaurant in Singapore, casting a warm glow over crisp white tablecloths and polished silverware.
Evelyn sat across from Damien at a corner table, the clink of cutlery and low murmur of other guests creating a gentle backdrop. They looked every bit the polished couple—Damien in a tailored navy shirt, Evelyn in the simple blouse and trousers Mia had gotten for her this morning .
A few tables away, Mia and Damien’s assistant, Martin, sat together. They kept their voices low, occasionally glancing over with subtle curiosity, as if assessing how well the “newlyweds” performed in public.
Damien poured coffee into Evelyn’s cup without asking, then slid a sleek black card across the table. The platinum
