At past Zenith Charity Galas, Liam chose my dress and parked me in a corner with a glass of water. He called the dresses "appropriate." They were plain enough that no one asked who I was, and he never introduced me as his wife. Tonight, my invitation carried the Sterling name.
From an alcove, I watched him move from one billionaire to the next. His smile held too long, and he kept a hand around each investor's as if that could stop them leaving.
Chloe stayed against his side in a bright, off-season designer dress. A portly investor clapped Liam on the back and nodded toward her. "And this must be the lovely Mrs. Walker! A pleasure to finally meet the woman behind the man."
I waited. Liam only had to say, *"This is my friend, Chloe."*
His smile slipped, then returned. He nodded and let
