For a while, Stephen said nothing in response to the reporter's shouting. Hundreds of high-definition cameras remained pointed directly toward them, their intense flashes continuously illuminating the soundstage entrance beneath the dark evening sky.
Yet Stephen did not look at the sea of eager journalists pressing against the security barricades. He continued looking solely at Sylvaniah standing beside him.
His dark grey eyes held hers quietly, as though the hundreds of screaming people surrounding them simply did not exist. Sylvaniah understood the profound weight of his unspoken question instantly.
He was giving her the ultimate choice.
They had protected this private secret for two full years, keeping their personal lives entirely away from the public spotlight. Their marriage had existed safely behind closed doors, known only to their families and a carefully restricted circle of trusted individuals.
