Gavin Valentine stubbed out his cigarette, his gaze fixed on Tristan Ashcroft's face. "Jenna has no idea about Ethan's true identity. You'd better keep your mouth shut."

Tristan's pupils constricted sharply.

Ethan Roscente had married Jenna Roland while hiding his billionaire status?

This was utterly unbelievable!

"What's his angle?" Tristan's voice tightened. "Why would someone like him hide that kind of wealth?"

Gavin shrugged. "Wish I knew."

The revelation exploded in Tristan's mind like a detonation.

Jenna's husband was Ethan Roscente?

Mechanically, he lit another cigarette, his expression unreadable behind the smoke.

Gavin hopped off the table. "Since Jenna's not coming, I should head out."

Tristan gave a wooden nod, watching Gavin leave.

......

At eleven p.m., Jenna dragged her exhausted body back to Beverly Hills.

She pushed open the door to complete darkness.

Flipping on the lights, she went straight to the bedroom.

The bed was neatly made—and empty.

Frowning, Jenna checked her phone.

Midnight. Ethan never stayed out this late.

Her finger hovered over the call button, but she ultimately didn't press it.

What if she woke him...

After a hot shower, Jenna hesitated by the bed.

Since he wasn't here, maybe she didn't have to sleep on the floor tonight?

She slipped under the covers and fell asleep almost instantly.

At two a.m., the door creaked open.

The heavy scent of alcohol permeated the air.

Ethan stood by the bed, moonlight illuminating Jenna's sleeping face.

His brow furrowed slightly.

This was the first time he'd seen her in his bed.