"Hey, Mr. Ford, you're still up?" Celeste said as she walked over, keeping her distance while she watched him.

Her instincts, sharpened by years of facing life-or-death situations, were suddenly alert—something was off with Nathaniel.

Ever since they got married two months ago, he rarely looked at her with such a cold, detached gaze—as if she were a stranger.

"I was waiting for you," Nathaniel stood up, his tall figure looming, making the air around him feel ...