I don't want you showing up at my apartment and running into Alexander.
Elena kept that to herself and sighed softly instead. "I argued with my parents recently. I thought maybe staying a few days might help smooth things over."
It sounded perfectly reasonable. Very in character.
"Alright," Nathan said without suspicion. "Stay as long as you want."
After work, Elena drove to the Hart house. Before she even stepped inside, Camille's voice drifted out, sharp and emotional.
"Why does he get to buy her breakfast? He's my husband. What is Elena even supposed to be?"
"You're right. That was Nathan's mistake," Catherine soothed gently. "Don't cry. It hurts me to see you like this."
Elena felt nothing.
She stepped into the living room and raised an eyebrow. "What mistake did Nathan make?"
Catherine and Camille both startled.
When does she arrive? Did she hear?
Nathan had made it very clear that Elena could not find out about his relationship with Camille, not until the shares were secured.
Seeing Elena so calm, they relaxed slightly.
"Why didn't you call before coming back?" Catherine asked coolly.
Elena did not bother reacting to the tone. She was not here for affection.
"The commute from my apartment is inconvenient. I'll stay here a few days. Is that a problem?"
"What kind of attitude is that?" Catherine snapped.
Richard came downstairs. "Elena, don't talk like that. This is your home. No one needs to 'welcome' you. Lyra, get the guest room ready."
"Why the guest room? Don't I have my own room?"
Elena headed upstairs.
It did not take long to understand. Her old bedroom had been turned into an art studio.
Canvases leaned against the walls. Paint tubes cluttered the desk. Even her old table had dried streaks of color on it.
Camille finally looked satisfied. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Mom converted your room into my studio. You're barely here anyway. The guest room should be fine, right?"


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