Chapter 92 Chasing His Shadow

• Celine POV
• The air in my room at the Morrow mansion was thick with the scent of my perfume, a floral veil that usually soothed me, but tonight it felt suffocating, a mockery of the control I’d thought I held. Jeremy’s words echoed in my mind, each one a splinter driven deeper into my heart: Bonnie’s not the woman I love. The revelation had struck like lightning, shattering the carefully constructed narrative I’d clung to, leaving me reeling in the wreckage of my own miscalculation. I stood by the desk, my hands gripping its polished edge, my reflection in the mirror a pale, furious specter, my eyes blazing with a mix of shock and betrayal. Bonnie wasn’t his lover. I’d been wrong, so devastatingly wrong, and the realization burned, a fire that consumed every rational thought, leaving only one truth: Jeremy, my Jeremy, was slipping through my fingers, ensnared by some other woman, some wretched thief stealing what was mine.
• I paced the room, the silk of my robe whispering against my skin, the soft creak of the floorboards a counterpoint to the storm raging inside me. Jeremy was mine—my fiancé, my future husband, the man I’d molded into the perfect partner, the one I’d loved with a ferocity that bordered on worship. His broad shoulders, his dark eyes that held secrets I longed to unravel, his voice that could soothe or command—they were all mine, claimed by the ring on my finger, by the plans we’d made, by the life I’d envisioned with him at my side. I’d done everything to secure him, orchestrated every move with precision, from the engagement to the subtle manipulations that kept him tethered to me. And yet, he’d stood here, in this very room, his hand gripping my arm, his voice dripping with contempt, accusing me of targeting Bonnie, of causing that accident. The nerve of him, to think he could defy me, to love another when I’d given him everything.