Chapter 3: Lies and Secrets

(Kate's pov)

Nestled on a corner street, the café was quiet and compact. In the hopes that the sunlight would help me relax, I picked a table beside the window. My hands were on the table, tinkering with a napkin's edge. Why had I consented to this encounter? I told myself, closure. Responses. I wasn't sure what I wanted from Simon, though, in all honesty.

My heart skipped a beat when the door chimed. Simon entered, his towering body occupying the entryway. He looked around the room before focusing on me. His eyes grew softer for a minute, almost frail. However, I couldn't allow that to impact me.

He sat down opposite me and said, "Kate."

"You have five minutes," I answered in a cool voice. "Make it matter."

With a sigh, he combed through his well-combed hair. "You've been missed."

I gave an eye roll. "Not a good beginning. Try once more.

His face was serious as he leaned forward. "Kate, I'm sorry we called it quits on our engagement. I never spend a day without thinking about what I tossed away.

"Why did you do it, Simon? My chest tightened, but I didn't let him see how his words affected me. For once, be truthful.

His index fingers tapped the table as he paused. "There were... situations. Things you are unaware of.

I folded my arms. "How practical. Want to go into more detail?"

"I am unable to," he said softly. "Not just yet. But it wasn't because I didn't love you, I can assure you, Kate.

I was deeply moved by his remarks, but I was unable to dismiss the doubt that was nibbling at the back of my mind. I got to my feet and remarked, "You're still hiding something." "And there's nothing more to say until you're prepared to tell me the whole truth."

"Wait, Kate"

I firmly said, "Goodbye, Simon," and left the room before he could see the tears that threatened to fall.

I tried to concentrate on my designs once I was back at the studio, but Simon's words kept coming back to me. What exactly did "there were circumstances" mean? And why was he unable to be straightforward?

I was startled out of my reverie by a knock on the door. I yelled out, "Come in."

As Lucas Hayes entered, the room was illuminated by his enduring charisma. "Kate," he responded, flashing a smile. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

"Not at all," I responded, placing my sketchpad aside. "Why have you come here?"

He pulled up a chair and said, "I wanted to check in." And to lend my assistance. Kate, your work is excellent. You may be a huge success in the fashion industry if you have the correct support.

I arched an eyebrow. "You want to put money into my collection?"

He gave a nod. "I think you're talented. And after being deceived, I understand what it's like to start over.

I listened to what he had to say. "Traited?"

His expression was contemplative as he leaned back. "I trusted someone I shouldn't have years ago. I lost everything as a result. But like you're doing right now, I rebuilt myself. I respect you because of this, Kate. You're tough.

I wanted to believe him because of the sincerity in his tone. However, there was something strange about his timing. With caution, I said, "I'll consider your offer."

He got up and replied, "Take your time." "But keep in mind that you are not alone in this."

I couldn't get rid of the thought that his generosity had conditions while he was leaving.

I went to a networking event for the industry that evening. My heart wasn't in it, even though it provided an opportunity to network and show off my creations. No, not after my day.

I was talking with a group of designers when Vanessa Carter made her grand entrance. Her smile was as phoney as ever, and her sequined gown glistened in the lights. Her mischievous eyes gleamed as she headed straight for me.

"Kate," she began in a beautiful, syrupy voice. "The conversation of the evening is you. Your success has left everyone incredibly impressed.

I said in a bland tone, "Thank you, Vanessa."

She cocked her head, pretending to be interested. Tell me, how much of your achievement can be attributed to Simon's continued love for you."

There was silence in the room. Everyone was watching us.

I was so ashamed that my cheeks burned, but I was not going to let her win. I firmly stated, "My success is my own." "I don't have to control other people to advance like some people do."

Around us, there were a few gasps, and Vanessa's smile suddenly broke. Then she got better, and her smirk came back. "Touché," she murmured, her voice brimming with irony. However, let's see if that assurance holds."

I was incensed when she left. What was she playing? And why did she seem to be organizing something?

I was worn out by the time I arrived home. I lowered myself onto the couch and massaged my temples after kicking off my heels. All I wanted was some peace after the day's emotional rollercoaster.

However, I discovered an envelope inside my bag as I reached for it. I drew it out with a frown. It was old, with yellowed edges and my name written in an unfamiliar handwriting on the front.

With shaking hands, I carefully opened it. Inside were documents bank statements, contracts, and letters. As I skimmed the pages, my breath caught. They described how my family's firm was ruined years ago. And there was a link to Simon's business, subtle but clear.

My head was full of questions, and my heart was racing. Had Simon contributed to the demise of my family? Did he break off our engagement for this reason?