Your Wife

"Have a seat." Leon gestured toward the sofa as he walked over, his steps calm and steady. "I understand you wanted to meet me?" His tone was cold and distant. "Do we happen to know each other?"

Emma froze for a moment, his question cutting deeper than she expected. 'He doesn't remember me?' She forced her lips into a tight smile, though her composure wavered. "First of all, thank you for sparing a moment, Mr. Leon Gray." Her voice was polite, but it carried a faint tremor.

Leon lowered himself into the chair across from her, his expression unreadable. Crossing his legs, he tilted his head slightly. "You're lucky," he said flatly. "I just finished a meeting when my secretary mentioned your name." He paused, his brow faintly furrowing. "Emma Rowan. It caught my attention for some reason."

Her chest tightened. 'So that's it? Just a name that caught his attention?'