Nora frowned in disgust. "Whoever used Rosalind must have been someone she trusted completely."
Otherwise, she never would have willingly thrown her life away.
Just how deeply did a woman have to love someone to use her own death to further their agenda?
"We're getting off-topic."
Remembering Nathan's secret identity, Nora dragged the conversation back to his deception.
"You had countless opportunities to come clean. I remember when Grandpa Peyton tried to set us up, you didn't even show."
"I did go. But then Chloe Scott's case blew up, and I had to leave in a hurry."
"I left you a note."
Nora remembered that note.
"I never tried to hide my handwriting afterward. I figured you would have noticed."
Nora was speechless.
"What century are we living in? Why the hell would I randomly study your handwriting?"
Everything was digital now. Who scrutinized handwriting anymore?
Besides, he had only signed it 'Peyton.' How was she supposed to know it was *the* Peyton?
That was like assuming everyone with the last name Ford owned a car company.
"Fine, my fault..." Nathan muttered, though he couldn't help but add defensively, "But I kept telling you I was getting married in a month..."
She shot him a venomous glare.
"Are you calling me slow?"
"No, not at all!"
He offered an incredibly placating smile. "It's entirely my fault. I should have told you right away."
"Considering how sincere my apology is, can I beg for leniency?"
Nora looked at him coolly. "Who said I was going to punish you?"
He exhaled a long breath of relief.
"I knew you were reasonable."
A sly, knowing smile curved Nora's lips.
It meant she didn't have to choose between her morals and her desires.
Her heart had wanted to chase after him.
But her conscience wouldn't let her break a promise.
Finding out her crush and her fiancé were the exact same person had instantly erased all her agonizing conflict.
But she was still a little ticked off that he had kept her in the dark.
She had assumed his interest was purely physical or professional admiration. She never imagined his devotion ran so frighteningly deep.
Deep enough that a man as proud as him was willing to endlessly compromise just for her.
After all, she was the one walking away with the real prize in this marriage.
He had absolutely no reason to grovel.
Nora let out a soft sigh and reached out to take his hand.
"I don't need to give you a chance."
"Because the wedding is happening exactly as planned."

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