Chapter 28

ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW

"You've been distant lately," I said, stirring my coffee with

practiced precision. Three clockwise turns, no more, no less. Morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Stefan's penthouse, our penthouse now, though I maintained my own apartment for appearance' Eight months since Camille's "death." Eight months of nurturing

Stefan through grief, providing just enough comfort to keep

him dependent without allowing him to fully heal. A delicate balance, but one I'd mastered through years of subtle manipulation.

Stefan looked

from his newspaper, dark circles beneath his eyes betraying another sleepless night. "Have I? Sorry. Work's been demanding."

Alle. His family company practically ran itself, generations of wealth ensuring he needed to do little more thah show up for board meetings and sign occasional papers, No, what kept him awake wasn't work but

"I worry about you," I reached across the table, taking his hand in mine. "You're still punishing yourself over things you can't change."

He flinched slightly at the gentle accusation, eyes darting away from mine. "It's not that simple, Rose."

"Isn't it? Camille is gone." I softened my voice, the perfect blend of compassion and practicality. "She wouldn't want you torturing yourself like this."

Stefan pulled his hand back, jaw tightening. "You don't know what she would want."

Actually, I did. My pathetic sister had wanted precisely what

I'd taken from her, Stefan, our parents' approval, social standing, success. But pointing that out wouldn't serve my current purpose.

right," I conceded, allowing a hint of hurt to enter my

to be the good guy, the gentleman, made him so easy to steer. Show the slightest wound, and he'd bend over backward to heal it. "I'm

whole again. The smile that was the biggest lie o "I have an idea," I said, brightening as if the thought had just occurred to me. In reality, I'd planned this conversation for weeks, waiting for the perfect morning to execute it. "Let's get

have that charity thing

I kept my tone light, but with a firmness that suggested disanneinemani se

children witis

with shame at the implied selfishness of choosing a charity event over quality time with

already reaching for his phone. Il

wall of guilt that

of us." I stood, dropping a kiss on his forehead. "I have meetings all day, but I'll be back tonight to help you finish those board

complete personally. By offering help, I reminded him of my value beyond the emotional. I was partner, assistant, lover, friend,

The

a message from him: Ring is ready Don't peek if

his usual formal texting style, confirmed my success. He was feeling playful, romantic even. The emotional distance dissolving precisely

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enough girlish anticipation to flatter him, not enough to seem

Stefan's family, a sprawling beachfront property where we'd spent time together years ago, before I'd orchestrated his marriage to Camille. The place held memories

night, horseback riding Saturday morning (Stefan's favorite activity, one Camille

brunch followed by a walk on the beach where, if all went according to plan,

champagne chilling, gourmet snacks arranged artfully in the kitchen. Stefan whistled appreciatively as we entered the great room with its "They've outdone themselves," he remarked, setting down our bags.

pleased. "Your family always maintains impeccable standards. One of the things t love about

the dinner I'd arranged. Stefan grew increasingly nervous as evening approached, checkin Dinner was served on the deck, ocean waves providing perfect background music, sunset painting the sky in colors that seemed arranged specifically for this moment. The chef had prepared all Stefan's favorite "Shall we walk along

wooden steps

feet. The full moon created a silver path across

I'd anticipated, turning to face

my expression

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