“He’s talented,” Aivan continued. “Disciplined. His technical feedback is exceptional for someone his age, and he’s already expressed interest in the adaptive system project.”
“I see.”
“He’s also single, photogenic, and the subject of approximately forty percent of the racing internet’s romantic speculation.” Aivan’s tone was dry. “In case you were wondering.”
Leonidas was not wondering.
Leonidas was thinking about his wife—his brilliant, trusting, too-good-for-him wife—and wondering what she would think of Arisu Matsumoto. Whether she’d seen his races. Whether she’d noticed that he was young and talented and unburdened by the weight of a six-year affair and a marriage built on convenience rather than love.
Arisu Matsumoto was the kind of man Lexy deserved.
Someone clean.
Someone whole.
Someone who hadn’t spent eight years treating her like an obligation to be managed rather than a woman to be cherished.
Not a greedy bastard who had already conquered the business world and still wanted the moon on a platter. Who had been given an arranged marriage and a wife who kept every promise she ever made, and had responded by flying to Milan once a month while she invented technology that could change his life.
Leonidas had been given everything.
And he had still wanted more.
The main building was warm and bright when they entered, the smell of food cutting through the sterile air of the facility. Sienah Cannizzaro was holding court in the staff kitchen, her dark hair piled in a messy bun, an apron tied over what looked like one of her husband’s old racing shirts as she directed a small army of takeout containers with the efficiency of a general marshaling troops.
She glanced up as they entered the kitchen, her gaze meeting her husband’s. Neither of them spoke, but it was clear to Leonidas that theywerespeaking. It reminded him of the times that he and Lexina had such days, too.
And if it were up to him, they would continue to have such days.
But first...he had to figure out why.
Why give herself to him after asking for a divorce?
Why ask for a divorce if she still believed in him?
What was he missing?
