|Javier|
I don’t… understand.
I don’t understand why she insisted on hiding the fact that she’s my wife—especially if she planned to work in our company. Wouldn’t that work in her favor? People would know who she is. She’d be treated with the respect that comes with my name. So… why didn’t she want that?
Running a hand through my hair, I tried to make sense of it all. I kept replaying the conversation in my head, searching for a reason—but none came.
“It’s better this way, Javier—”
“I hope you haven’t forgotten about the press,” I cut her off, my voice sharper than intended. “Sooner or later, the employees will find out who you really are, Katherine.”
She bit her lower lip, and I found myself staring. I tried to keep my focus on her eyes, but my gaze fell to her lips—plump, red, fami
