Damon's POV
"Damon, are you home?"
Celeste's voice rang out through the foyer before I even reached the front door. My cufflinks hovered in mid-adjustment, stomach twisting into knots. I set my briefcase down on the marble floor, heart hammering, and crossed the room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, voice calm but hard, as I slid the door closed behind me.
She stood at the threshold, posture immaculate, eyes shining with triumph. A designer suitcase rested at her side. "I'm here because I'm your… acting CEO, remember?" She swept a manicured hand toward the living room. "The board appointed me this morning. Congratulations."
I closed the distance between us, jaw tight. "Acting CEO," I repeated. "Because I'm off-limits now?"
Celeste tilted her chin. "Funny you should say that. I have bags because I'm moving in. After all, we're legally married." She stepped inside, rolling her suitcase. "Our contract isn't up until next year. I'm here to claim my place."
