The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Almost
Athena’s fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the book in her hands, her heart pounding from the near disaster of being caught.

The moment the library door had creaked open, she had barely managed to put Mors’ diary back in its place, erase her fingerprints, and wipe the camera footage before throwing herself into the nearest chair, pretending to be lost in a random book.

But now, with Mors standing right in front of her, his sharp gaze analyzing her every movement, she felt the weight of suspicion pressing down on her.

He smirked, holding the book she had grabbed in a hurry, flipping it upside down as he studied the cover.

“You’re learning how to read words upside down? Interesting,” he teased, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

Athena forced a small chuckle, playing along. “Well, I have to keep myself sharp. Who knows when I’ll need to read something from a difficult angle?”

Mors leaned down, his face just inches from hers, the warmth of his breath ghosting over her skin. “Hmm, is that so?” His voice was soft, yet laced with something unreadable.

Athena swallowed hard, maintaining her composure. “Of course,” she said, her fingers gripping the book a little too tightly.

For a moment, he said nothing. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken thoughts.

Then, just when Athena thought he might call her bluff, Mors straightened, his expression returning to its usual unreadable calm.

“Dinner is ready,” he said, stepping back. “We should eat.”

Athena nodded, relieved he didn’t press further. She placed the book down carefully, following him out of the library.

As they walked toward the dining hall, Athena couldn’t help but steal glances at Mors. He was acting normal, perhaps too normal.

But if he truly hadn’t changed, why was he so different in this life?

She had almost found the answer.

Almost.

But for now, she had to play it safe.

Dinner was a quiet affair, the soft clinking of silverware and the gentle hum of conversation filling the large, opulent dining room.

Athena, despite her earlier anxiety, tried her best to focus on the meal in front of her. The savory dishes, rich in flavor, did little to settle the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind.

She had barely touched her food, her mind distracted by the diary, by Mors’ strange behavior, and the growing suspicion that she was missing something critical.

Mors, on the other hand, ate with his usual composed grace, his movements deliberate, though his silence weighed heavily on Athena.

She could tell he was thinking, his gaze occasionally flicking toward her as if he were assessing her.

She could almost feel the quiet pressure of his presence, his proximity unsettling in a way that was both familiar and foreign to her.

Finally, after several long minutes of silence, Mors set down his fork and looked directly at her. His gaze softened, though there was an intensity to it that made her heart skip a beat.

“You know,” he began, his voice low but clear, “I’ve been thinking.”

Athena looked up, meeting his gaze. “About what?” She asked, trying to keep her tone casual despite the tension coiling in her chest.

“A formal wedding,” Mors said, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Athena froze, her fork halfway to her mouth, her thoughts scrambling to keep up with what he had just said.

“A… wedding?” she repeated, her voice tight, though she tried to mask the surprise.

Mors nodded, his expression serious. “Yes, a proper one. It’s time we made our union official, don’t you think? And after that… a honeymoon.”

Athena blinked, processing his words. She had expected a lot of things from Mors, but this? This was the last thing she had anticipated.

“Honeymoon?” Athena echoed, her voice betraying the confusion swirling inside her. “We haven’t even… well, we haven’t really talked about a wedding.”

Mors looked at her for a long moment before replying, his tone calm but firm. “That’s why I think it’s time we do so. I want to make it public, Athena.”

Athena felt as though the ground beneath her feet had shifted. She had never expected him to bring this up, certainly not so soon.

A wedding, yes, that was something that had been on her mind since their accidental marriage, but to make it public, to turn their private union into something so… formal?

“That’s…” Athena trailed off, her mind racing. The implications of Mors’ words hit her all at once, and she had a hard time catching her breath.

The Demerin and Jericho families would never have seen this coming. The shock alone would be enough to stir the foundations of both houses.

“You’re shocked,” Mors said, his voice surprisingly soft, as if he understood exactly what was going through her mind. He leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the table.

“I know this is sudden. But I’ve thought about it a lot. I believe we should be open with everyone, Athena. Not just for us, but for the future.”

Athena swallowed, trying to steady her nerves. She had always known that Mors was a man of action, a man who didn’t hesitate to make decisions when he saw fit.

But this? This was something else entirely. It wasn’t just a decision for the two of them, it was a declaration.

A commitment that would have rippling consequences for their families and their standing in the interstellar world.

“Public?” Athena repeated, her voice a whisper. “Mors, that’s… that’s going to surprise a lot of people.”

Mors smiled, but there was no humor in it.

“I don’t mind that. In fact, I think it’s time. It’s time for us to make our relationship real. To stop hiding behind shadows. We’ve been through enough, don’t you think?”

Athena’s chest tightened, her mind whirling. She didn’t know how she felt about this, about Mors’ sudden desire to make their relationship public. Hiding behind shadows?

There was a part of her that wanted to agree, to take the plunge and embrace the future with him.

But another part of her, the part that had always been cautious, that had always looked before leaping, hesitated.

The Demerin family, her family, had always been private, cautious even. To have her marriage revealed so suddenly would send shockwaves through her household.

But then there was Mors, his calm, steady presence. His commitment. The depth of his words, as if he were offering her a piece of his soul with every sentence.