He left me for her - Now his boss calls me wife
Chapter 8
Marcus arrived at the office shortly after Elara. He had already read her detailed report and saw the secured system status.
"A near disaster," Marcus commented in her office, leaning against the doorframe. "A costly one, but you handled it. I appreciate the confidence you showed in Hayes."
"He delivered," Elara said simply. "He's worth the risk."
"Maybe," Marcus conceded. "But risks come at a cost. You spent the night with him, Elara. You can't expect to have that kind of professional intimacy with an employee without facing questions about your personal loyalty."
"It was a professional emergency."
"To the world, it was the handsome, recently dumped executive working all night with the new, beautiful Mrs. Thorne," Marcus corrected, his voice hardening. "We need to counter that narrative. We need to project unassailable marital happiness."
He stepped fully into the room, his demeanor shifting from detached boss to demanding husband.
"I'm hosting a dinner at the penthouse this weekend. It's small, just three couples-major shareholders. You will not only be present, you will be affectionate. You will wear that green dress you wore at the gala, and you will wear the Thorne necklace I gave you. And you will be charming. You will not just play the wife, Elara; you will play the devoted wife."
This was the tax on her power, the price of the stability he promised.
"Understood," Elara said, fighting the surge of resentment.
"Good." He walked toward her desk, his eyes drifting over her face. "And Elara, when we are alone, drop the formality. You will address me as 'Marcus.' No employee, especially one we saved from ruin, should ever doubt the depth of our... intimacy."
The demand was chillingly transactional. Marcus wanted to erase any chance of suspicion by forcing a level of personal familiarity that felt entirely alien to them.
That night, for the first time, Marcus took her arm in front of the housekeeper and addressed her with a casual familiarity she couldn't stand. When they were alone in the vast living room, he didn't touch her, but he stood close enough to maintain the pretense.
"You look tired, Elara," he said, his voice softer, but utterly empty of concern. "Go rest. You need to be dazzling for the shareholders."
The stability he offered was a cold, golden cage, and the only man who had ever made her feel genuinely alive was now just a professional liability.
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