Natalya came into a huge inheritance and decided to reveal her husband’s true nature.

The atmosphere shifted.
Not dramatically. Bryce didn’t slam the table or raise his voice. That would have been easier—cleaner, almost forgivable as panic.

Instead, he grew quiet.

Then calculated.

“How long?”

“I don’t know.”

He leaned back. “Natalya, that’s… a lot.”

“They’re my parents.”

“Of course,” he said quickly. “I’m just saying we need to think through the impact.”

Impact.

She nearly smiled.