Chapter 8

With our wedding photos freshly printed, it was official—Chris and I were now husband and wife.

I was still adjusting to being married, but as I looked at the pictures of us—such a striking couple—I had to admit, we looked great together.

My instincts had been spot on!

Meanwhile, Enoch and his precious “innocent” girlfriend, Vivianne, were off on their international getaway. But with his credit cards frozen, their fun wasn’t going to last long.

I couldn’t wait for the moment when Enoch would return and see that I was now his stepmother.

Chris was incredibly thoughtful. After we got our marriage certificate, I came home to find the once-empty closet filled with clothes and accessories, all the latest from high-end designers.

“We didn’t have time for custom orders, so I hope these will do for now,” he said.

Though many of the clothes were ones I already had, I appreciated his thoughtfulness enough to reward him with a kiss.

Just as I’d expected, cutting off Enoch’s funds had thrown his trip into chaos. As the heir to the Westfield fortune, he’d never bothered to carry cash, always relying on his unlimited credit cards.

Vivianne, who had quit her job when they started dating, still had some savings from before. Without her, Enoch wouldn’t have even been able to get back home.

“Don’t worry, Enoch,” Vivianne whispered. “Something must have happened. Let’s buy tickets and head back to New York.”

“Thank you, Vivianne,” Enoch replied, his voice full of gratitude.

He had a feeling Laurel was behind his accounts being frozen. Someone must have told the bank to cut him off, and it could only be her.

But no matter. Once they were back in New York, he planned to make things official with Vivianne. After all, they truly loved each other. He owed her that much.

He could already picture their future—marrying Vivianne, taking over Westfield Corporation, and living happily ever after.