Chapter 9 9

The MIT Centennial Gala was held at The Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was the prelude to the Summit, a gathering of the deepest pockets and the biggest brains.

The Temple of Dendur was lit in soft purple hues. Waiters circulated with champagne.

Caden walked in with Adalynn on his arm. Adalynn was wearing a pink feather dress that took up too much space. She was scanning the room for photographers.

Caden looked tired. The circles under his eyes were visible even in the dim light. The code problem was still unsolved. The stock price was dipping. Elara wasn't speaking to him.

"Look, Caden!" Adalynn pointed. "That's the CEO of Nexus, Jory Stark. You should go talk to him."

Caden straightened his tie. "Right. Business."

He began to weave through the crowd.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the room near the entrance. Flashbulbs popped in a blinding staccato rhythm.

Caden turned.

Jory Stark was walking in. But no one was looking at Jory.

They were looking at the woman on his arm.

She wore a deep midnight-blue gown, backless, that clung to her like liquid water. Her hair was swept up in an intricate, severe chignon. Diamonds glittered at her ears.

She held her head high, her neck long and elegant. She looked regal. Untouchable.

Caden squinted. The profile was familiar. The curve of the jaw...

The woman turned to laugh at something Jory said.

Caden stopped dead. His champagne glass tilted, spilling a little onto his hand.

Eulalie.

But it wasn't Eulalie. Eulalie wore cardigans. Eulalie slouched slightly to make him feel taller. Eulalie had sad eyes.

This woman was radiant.

"Is that... your sister?" Adalynn gasped, her grip on Caden's arm tightening painfully. "What is she doing here? Did she crash the party?"

An older man approached Eulalie. It was Professor Liu, a Turing Award winner. Caden recognized him from Fortune magazine.

Liu grabbed Eulalie's hands, beaming. "Eulalie! My star pupil! It has been too long. The industry has been dull without your mind."

Eulalie smiled, and it was a real smile, sharp and brilliant. "Professor. I'm back now."

Caden felt a surge of irrational anger. Jealousy, hot and ugly, clawed at his gut. She was supposed to be crying in a cheap hotel. She was supposed to be miserable without him.

Why was she here, shining, with another man?

He marched over, dragging Adalynn.

"Eulalie," Caden barked.

The conversation circle broke. Eulalie turned slowly. Her eyes landed on him, and the warmth vanished instantly. It was like a shutter closing.

"Mr. Holloway," she said. Cool. Distant.

"What are you doing here?" Caden hissed, stepping into her personal space. "Who let you in? And why are you dressed like... that?"

Jory stepped forward, placing himself between them. "Back off, Caden."

"This is my wife," Caden spat. "Eulalie, come with me. You're making a scene. You don't belong here."

Eulalie laughed. It was a low, dry sound. "I don't belong here? This is an event for innovators, Caden. You're the one who just writes checks."

Adalynn bristled. "How dare you! Caden built this city!"

"Caden bought this city," Eulalie corrected. She looked at Caden. "And I'm not your wife. Not really. Not anymore."

"Stop this nonsense," Caden reached for her arm. "You're coming home."

Eulalie didn't flinch. She just raised a hand. Two massive security guards in black suits materialized from the shadows. They had been trailing Jory.

"Gentlemen," Eulalie said calmly. "This man is harassing me."

The guards stepped in. One put a heavy hand on Caden's chest. "Sir. Step away from Ms. Bradford."

Ms. Bradford.

Caden stared at her. "You're calling security on me?"

"I don't know you," Eulalie said. She turned her back on him. The ultimate dismissal.

She took Jory's arm. As she walked away, the backless dress revealed her shoulder blade.

There, on her skin, was a small, black butterfly tattoo.

Caden stared at it. He had never seen it before. It was a new mark, a symbol of a life he wasn't part of.

He realized, with a sickening lurch in his stomach, that he didn't know the woman walking away from him at all.

Adalynn was tugging at his sleeve, whining about how rude Eulalie was. But Caden couldn't hear her. He just watched the blue dress disappear into the crowd, feeling a cold void open up in his chest.