Autumn’s POV As we were driving back to our apartment, Marc glanced over at me with a casual smile. “I arranged a private dinner at our place tomorrow,” he said, reaching for my hand. “With Mr. Zane Valerian Blackhowl.” My entire body stiffened. Zane. Marc kept talking, unaware of the storm building inside me. “Normally, he’s a very private man. Doesn’t show up to casual events. But he agreed to dinner. That’s a big step. This deal could change a lot for my business.” I forced a smile, nodding like I was okay, like my lungs weren’t caving in just at the sound of that name. “Oh… that’s great,” I managed to say. He squeezed my hand gently, “I wanted you there. He already met you, and I think he was… intrigued. Besides, I want him to see the woman I love standing next to me.” I looked away, hiding the way my heart clenched. If only he knew. If only he knew the weight that name carried. The pain. The past. The truth about the child sleeping peacefully in the backsea
Last Updated : 2025-04-14 Read more