I met his eyes.
“For that, there is no professional defense.”
The room remained hushed.
“I believed Elena had become an obstacle to the future I was building. I told myself that removing her from the company would protect both the organization and our marriage from further conflict.”
A bitter realization surfaced.
Our supposed marriage.
He intended to preserve it by silencing my objections.
“But the truth,” Camden continued, “is that I wanted control.”
His voice shifted.
His polished executive persona briefly slipped.
“I wanted the promotion. I wanted my decisions supported. I wanted my home to stop feeling like another place where I could be questioned.”
He gulped.
“And when evidence appeared confirming what I already wanted to believe about Elena, I didn’t investigate it carefully.”
Finally, he acknowledged what mattered.
Not that Sloane deceived him.
Not that I concealed the trust.
Not that August humiliated him.
He’d welcomed the falsehood.
