Dominic’s Pov
My heart hammered against my ribs as I looked down at Sienna.
I didn't want our love to become some cheap corporate show for high-society reporters or board members. But pretending that my wife hadn't completely transformed my life felt wrong and dishonest.
Later that morning, I sat in my corner office at Kane Tower, staring at the blank bottom line of my speech page.
Marcus walked into the room, setting a hot cup of black coffee on my desk. He took one look at my stressed face and let out a soft sigh.
"Still stuck on the speech, boss?" Marcus asked, leaning against the edge of the heavy desk.
"I don't know how to talk about Sienna without turning our marriage into a public spectacle," I admitted, running a tired hand over my face. "I want to thank her, but I don't want
