The Gala Invitation
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The next two days passed slowly for Isabella.
Too slowly.
The distance between her and Ethan remained.
They lived under the same roof.
Shared the same bed.
Ate at the same table.
Yet they felt like strangers.
Every morning Ethan left before sunrise.
Every night he returned long after dark.
Their conversations became shorter.
Colder.
More awkward.
Sometimes Isabella caught herself staring at him, wondering where the man she had fallen in love with had gone.
She missed his smile.
She missed his laughter.
Most of all, she missed feeling loved.
On Thursday morning, she stood before the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection.
Dark circles lingered beneath her eyes.
The stress was beginning to show.
Today was the company gala.
The event Ethan had worked toward for years.
A celebration of his success.
A gathering of investors, executives, and influential people.
And somehow, Isabella felt nervous.
Not because she had never attended events like this before.
In fact, before leaving her family, she had attended countless charity galas, corporate dinners, and elite social gatherings.
She knew exactly how wealthy people behaved.
She knew their manners.
Their conversations.
Their expectations.
But Ethan didn't know that.
To him, she was simply an ordinary woman.
A housewife.
A woman with no background worth mentioning.
The thought hurt more than she cared to admit.
Her phone suddenly vibrated.
Sophia.
Isabella smiled and answered.
"Good morning."
"Are you ready for tonight?"
"Not yet."
"What are you wearing?"
Isabella looked at her closet.
A few simple dresses hung inside.
Nothing expensive.
Nothing glamorous.
Nothing that would impress wealthy investors.
"I'll figure something out."
Sophia sighed dramatically.
"I knew you'd say that."
"What does that mean?"
"Look outside your apartment."
Confused, Isabella walked toward the window.
A sleek black car sat parked below.
Her eyes widened.
"Sophia..."
"Go downstairs."
"You didn't."
"I did."
"Sophia!"
"Stop arguing and go."
Twenty minutes later, Isabella stood inside an upscale boutique.
Her jaw nearly dropped.
Designer dresses surrounded her.
Elegant gowns lined every wall.
The price tags alone could have paid several months of rent.
"Sophia, this is ridiculous."
"No."
Sophia crossed her arms.
"What's ridiculous is allowing yourself to look miserable while your husband attends galas with women like Vanessa."
The name immediately soured Isabella's mood.
Sophia noticed.
"Exactly."
"I don't care about competing with Vanessa."
"You don't need to compete."
Sophia smiled.
"You'd win."
Despite herself, Isabella laughed.
An hour later, she finally chose a dress.
It was elegant but simple.
Midnight blue.
Timeless.
Graceful.
The moment she put it on, the sales assistants couldn't stop complimenting her.
Sophia simply smiled knowingly.
"You see?"
"What?"
"You were born for rooms like these."
A strange sadness crossed Isabella's face.
Because Sophia was right.
She had been born for those rooms.
She simply chose to leave them behind.
Meanwhile, Ethan sat inside his office reviewing final preparations for the gala.
Everything had to be perfect.
Tonight was important.
Very important.
Several major investors would attend.
Potential business partners.
Industry leaders.
People capable of changing the future of his company.
A knock sounded.
"Come in."
Vanessa entered.
As always, she looked flawless.
A fitted white suit highlighted her elegant figure.
Several employees turned to watch her pass.
Vanessa enjoyed the attention.
Ethan noticed.
And lately, he found himself enjoying it too.
"Big night," she said.
He nodded.
"Everything's ready."
Vanessa sat across from him.
"You seem distracted."
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not."
She studied him carefully.
"Is it your wife?"
Ethan frowned.
"Why would you ask that?"
Vanessa smiled.
"Because every time someone mentions marriage, you look uncomfortable."
The observation annoyed him because it was true.
His marriage had become complicated.
Painfully complicated.
"What exactly do you want, Vanessa?"
Her smile widened.
"Nothing."
She leaned closer.
"I just think you're holding yourself back."
"What does that mean?"
"You're becoming successful."
"And?"
"You deserve someone who fits your world."
The statement lingered in the air.
Dangerous.
Tempting.
Wrong.
Yet Ethan didn't immediately reject it.
That alone should have alarmed him.
Instead, he remained silent.
And Vanessa noticed.
That evening, excitement filled the grand ballroom of the Imperial Grand Hotel.
Crystal chandeliers illuminated the massive hall.
Live music played softly.
Waiters moved through the crowd carrying expensive champagne.
Business leaders mingled with investors.
Everyone who mattered seemed to be present.
Ethan stood near the entrance greeting guests.
His confidence returned the moment he entered the room.
This was his world.
His achievement.
His success.
Then his phone vibrated.
A message from Isabella.
I'm on my way.
He stared at the text.
For some reason, his chest tightened.
A strange anxiety settled over him.
He wasn't sure why.
Minutes later, another investor approached.
The conversation distracted him.
Then suddenly, the entire room seemed to shift.
Conversations slowed.
Heads turned.
Even the music seemed quieter.
Ethan frowned.
People were staring toward the entrance.
Curious, he turned.
And froze.
Isabella stood in the doorway.
The midnight-blue gown flowed elegantly around her.
Her long dark hair rested over one shoulder.
Her posture radiated confidence.
Grace.
Class.
For a moment, she looked less like the wife he knew and more like someone entirely different.
Someone powerful.
Someone extraordinary.
The entire ballroom seemed captivated.
Men stared openly.
Women whispered among themselves.
Even Ethan couldn't look away.
His heartbeat quickened unexpectedly.
She was beautiful.
No.
Beautiful wasn't enough.
She was breathtaking.
Vanessa appeared beside him.
The smile on her face instantly disappeared.
Her expression darkened.
For the first time, she looked threatened.
Very threatened.
"That's your wife?" she asked quietly.
Ethan didn't answer.
Because he was still staring.
And for the first time in months, he remembered exactly why he had fallen in love with Isabella.
Across the room, Isabella spotted him.
A small smile appeared on her lips.
Warm.
Hopeful.
The smile of a woman still trying to save her marriage.
Ethan suddenly felt guilty.
More guilty than he had in a long time.
Because he knew something she didn't.
Over the past few months, he had slowly allowed another woman into the space that belonged to his wife.
And standing there tonight, Isabella deserved better.
Far better.
Before he could move toward her, a deep voice echoed through the ballroom.
"Mr. Carter."
Ethan turned.
One of the event coordinators approached.
His expression looked nervous.
Extremely nervous.
"Sir, we've received unexpected guests."
Ethan frowned.
"What guests?"
The coordinator swallowed hard.
"The Kingston Group."
The name immediately sent shockwaves through the room.
Nearby conversations stopped.
Investors exchanged stunned looks.
Executives straightened instantly.
Because everyone knew the Kingston Group.
One of the largest business empires in the country.
A company so powerful that a partnership with them could change a corporation overnight.
Ethan's eyes widened.
"The Kingston Group is here?"
"Yes, sir."
"And Richard Kingston?"
The coordinator nodded.
The ballroom erupted into whispers.
Excitement spread rapidly.
Even Vanessa looked shocked.
Ethan felt his pulse quicken.
This could be the opportunity of a lifetime.
If he impressed Richard Kingston tonight, everything could change.
Across the room, Isabella heard the name.
Kingston.
Her stomach tightened.
Immediately.
Her fingers clenched around her purse.
No.
It couldn't be.
Not here.
Not tonight.
Her father never attended events like this without a reason.
A terrible feeling settled inside her chest.
Because deep down, she knew exactly why he had come.
And for the first time in years, Isabella feared that her carefully hidden world was about to collide with the one she had left behind.
At the grand entrance, the doors slowly opened.
The room fell completely silent.
Every eye turned toward the entrance.
Waiting.
Watching.
And Isabella's heart nearly stopped.
Because she recognized the tall figure stepping through the doors.
Her father.
Richard Kingston.
The man she hadn't seen in three years.
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