“She’s mine.”
His fingers tapped once against the desk.
“And she will be mine… no matter what.”
Gregory choked slightly on his drink, coughing as he pulled the cup away, eyes widening as he stared at Magnus. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered. “Even after knowing she’s married, you’re still thinking of going after her?”
Magnus didn’t even blink.
His eyes turned colder.
“I never said I was a good man.”
Gregory rolled his eyes, letting out a breath that turned into a quiet chuckle. “Yeah, that much is obvious.”
He shook his head, taking another sip before his tone shifted again.
“Alright, fine. I won’t torture you anymore.”
He took another sip, then added—
“Listen carefully.”
Magnus’s gaze sharpened slightly.
“Shewasmarried,” Gregory continued. “She’s divorced now.”
The shift was immediate.
Magnus stilled.
The tension that had been coiled tightly in Magnus’s chest suddenly loosened, like a weight being lifted. His shoulders eased just slightly, and he drew in a slow, deep breath without realizing it.
Relief.
Pure and sudden.
His posture straightened at once, back going stiff again, but this time for a different reason. His eyes locked onto Gregory, sharper than before.
“Who was her husband?” he asked.
Gregory shook his head, frowning. “No idea. I tried to find out, but nothing came up.”
He took another slow sip of his coffee.
“She’s never introduced him to anyone. No records, no public appearances… nothing. It’s like he doesn’t exist.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Magnus muttered, his brows drawing together.
He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the desk, the broken pen still clenched between his fingers.
“If she were married, she wouldn’t need to hide it.”
His eyes darkened as his thoughts began to race.
“With today’s technology? Cameras on her all the time?” he added, his voice turning sharper. “It’s not that easy to keep something like a marriage hidden.”
His eyes darkened slightly.
