Chapter 1
Marcus stood abruptly from the velvet chair, his dark grey button-down shirt straining slightly against his broad chest as panic surged through him.
The heavy mahogany dining table seemed to stretch like a yawning chasm between them, cutting off any easy escape route from the glaring light of truth.
Vanessa did not blink, her dark wavy hair framing a face carved from absolute ice as she surveyed the romantic setup with clinical detachment.
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"Vanessa, please, let me explain everything before you jump to any irrational conclusions," Marcus stammered, his voice losing its usual boardroom authority.
The candlelight flickered wildly against the polished marble surface, casting long, distorted shadows across the expensive silverware and half-eaten gourmet plates.
