"Try not to look like you’d rather be anywhere else, O’Neal. You’re supposed to be in love with me."

~$~

The words come out of Reo’s mouth like they’re coated in sarcasm, but I know better. It’s a warning. A cue. A dare.

I step into the hotel conference hall with his arm ghosting over the small of my back. Cameras flash instantly—blinding, aggressive, nosy. The lights bounce off the polished granite floors and the chrome CUSS INTERNATIONAL sign overhead. Everyone’s watching. Investors. Executives. Even the interns pretend not to gawk.

Because I’m not supposed to be here.

I’m still legally Leo’s wife, yet here I am, walking in like...