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.

hint of hurt to enter my voice.

guilty for snapping at me. Predictable. Stefan's need 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 sorry," he said, taking my hand again. “I know you're trying to help. It's just... hard

it is." I gave him the smile I reserved for moments like this, understanding, patient, supportive. The that said I would wait forever for him to heal, to be 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 away this weekend. The Ha Stefan hesitated, and I could read his thoughts as clearly as if they were projected on his forehead. A weekend

that charity thing Saturday," he

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

children witis

implied selfishness of choosing a charity

already reaching for his phone. Il

in the wall of guilt that had

his forehead. "I have meetings all day, but I'll be back tonight

help, I reminded him of my value beyond the emotional. I was

The

brought a message from him: Ring is ready Don't peek if you go by the

confirmed my success. He was feeling playful, romantic even.

enthusiasm: *No spoilers please! So excited for

him, not enough to seem desperate. The perfect balance I'd maintained throughout

Hamptons house belonged to 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 for

private chef for Friday night, horseback riding Saturday morning (Stefan's favorite activity, one

by a walk on

chilling, gourmet snacks arranged artfully in the kitchen. Stefan whistled appreciatively as we entered the

my expression neutrally pleased. "Your family always maintains impeccable standards. One of the

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

hand-in-hand down the wooden steps to the beach,

waves lapping gently at our feet. The full moon created a silver

I'd anticipated, turning to face me.

kept my

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