A faint expression crossed her face. It was not a smile. “For both of us,” she repeated.

Adrian disliked the way she said it. For months, his closest adviser, Donovan Reed, had told him the marriage had become a liability. Lena had no social ambition, no visible career, no interest in the dinners where alliances were built.

She rarely spoke during strategy meetings. She had never given him children. She disappeared into libraries while other wives stood beside their husbands at galas and smiled for cameras.

And then there was Camille Warren — glamorous, connected, and loud in every way Lena was quiet. Camille understood the public life Adrian believed he deserved.

She laughed at his jokes before he finished them and praised the decisions Lena sometimes questioned with a single raised eyebrow. Camille had never asked him to divorce his wife.

She had simply made him feel foolish for staying married to her.

“You knew this was coming,” Adrian said.

“Yes.”

That answer unsettled him. “How long?”

“Long enough.”

“You could have said something.”

Lena looked directly at him. “Would you have listened?”