MARTHA POV
I was not staying.
Absolutely not.
The moment my niece-by-friendship-association said, “Uncle Caelin will be there too!” something in my brain short-circuited.
Because of course I had googled him.
And maybe digitally stalked him on every freaking platform.
Well—at least I tried to.
I swear the man only has business-related content.
Not that I care about his personal life, of course.
What a ridiculous thought.
I wasn’t stupid.
It was research.
To help Aria with the custody, obviously.
Judges and social services always want a complete background check on the entire family.
And Caelin was part of it.
Perfectly normal.
Totally ethically admissible.
I found exactly one picture.
Just one.
Him on a red carpet, some kind of fundraiser, with a woman on his arm.
She wa
