Caleb's remarks cut through the clamor of the gala, low and methodical. "I said, what's going on here, Samantha?" I gripped my champagne flute tightly, as if the frail glass could somehow anchor me. My glance flickered to the crowd, but no one seemed to notice the tension building at the room's edge. "I don't understand," I murmured, throwing a confused tone into my voice. My words came out more steadily than I expected, but my chest tightened. Caleb tilted his head, his gaze sharpening. "You don't understand?" He made a short step forward, his glare scorching. "Do not play games with me. What's this? Wife? Tyler Will's wife? "How, Samantha?" I drew a breath, my pulse pounding against my temples. The falsehood developed before I could stop it, the words coming forth like if rehearsed. "It's not a game," I said, each syllable measured and deliberate. "I'm Tyler's wife. We've been married for years. His brow furrowed, and disbelief flashed across his gaze. "Married? Since wh
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