The wedding card was officially out.

Selene had been flooding her social media nonstop mirror selfies, designer watches, cryptic captions about “forever” and “answered prayers.” The internet was already buzzing.

That afternoon, Max pulled into the Cross mansion.

“Good afternoon, sir,” one of the staff greeted.

“Hey,” Max replied easily. “Is your boss around?”

“No, sir. Mr Cross hasn’t returned yet. Madame Selene is home.”

Max nodded. “Alright. Please let her know Max is here.”

“Okay, sir.”

Max settled into the living room. A staff member brought him a drink, which he accepted with a polite smile.

Ten minutes later, Selene walked downstairs.

“Max,” she said, stopping halfway.

He stood...