Page 93 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

“Should we go say hello?” Tatiana asks.

“Probably.” I offer her my arm, which she takes with a practiced smile.

Christopher spots us approaching and his face lights up. “Dom. Tatiana. Great to see you both.”

“Congratulations on the new launch,” I say, shaking his hand. “The property exploration app looks promising.”

“Thanks.” Christopher beams. “Lucy was instrumental in its development.”

Lucy smiles, her hand still resting on Christopher’s arm. “We’re super excited about it. We’re hoping to revolutionize how potential buyers experience properties before visiting in person.”

“That’s impressive,” Tatiana says, and I can hear the genuine admiration in her voice.

“How are you two doing?” Lucy asks. “Still in the newlywed phase?”

I feel Tatiana tense slightly beside me.

“Something like that,” I say smoothly. “Though work keeps us busy.”

“The resort project?” Christopher asks.

“Yes. One week until funding closes.” I try to sound enthusiastic rather than anxious, even though I’m well aware he knows our secret.

“Tatiana’s been helping,” Christopher notes, his eyes assessing. “I hope you’re not working her too hard on top of her PA duties.”

“She’s invaluable,” I say truthfully. “I don’t know how I managed before.”

Tatiana glances at me, surprised by the sincerity in my voice. I hadn’t meant to let that slip.

“Well,” Lucy says with a knowing smile, “sometimes the right partnership comes along when you least expect it.”

Christopher nods. “Or in the most unexpected way.”

There’s a shared understanding in their words, a reference to their own unorthodox beginnings. But their relationship evolved into something real and lasting, while Tatiana and I... have nine days left before we file for annulment.

“Excuse me,” a familiar, annoying voice cuts through the conversation. “I simply must say hello to the happy couple.”

I turn to find Sofiya Rowan standing there, looking like an ice queen in white, her platinum bob gleaming under the gallery lights. My ex with perfect timing, as always.

She eyes Tatiana with the kind of assessing gaze that can make even confident women feel insecure.

“Still together, I see,” Sofiya mocks.

I feel protective anger rise in my chest. “Tatiana, you remember Sofiya. She occasionally makes appearances at events where she isn’t welcome.”

Sofiya’s smile tightens. “Such charm, Dominic. No wonder this one fell for you, too.”

“Actually,” Tatiana says with a sweet smile that immediately puts me on alert, “I didn’t fall for his charm. I fell for his business acumen and his commitment to sustainable development. The incredible sex was just a bonus.”

Lucy coughs to hide her laugh while Christopher’s eyebrows shoot toward his hairline.

Sofiya’s face flushes an unflattering pink. “Well. How refreshingly... crude.”

“Almost as crude as that Gautreau knockoff you’re wearing,” Tatiana adds, still smiling pleasantly. “I’m sure it looked better on the mannequin.”

I choke on my champagne, caught between shock and amusement. Sofiya looks like she’s been slapped.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me,” Sofiya says stiffly, “I see someone important I need to speak with.”

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