<h4>Chapter 32: The Cost of Proximity</h4>


    Jack’s POV


    The moment I heard Marcus had been injured, something inside me snapped. It wasn’t concern-not even close. Instead, a strange, almost feverish energy coursed through my veins as I instructed my driver to take me to Rosa Vi.


    The car pulled up to the gate, and I instructed the driver to wait. "I won’t be long," I muttered, though I had no idea if that was true.


    As I walked up the curved driveway, the evening air felt unusually heavy.


    The gardens were immactely maintained, soft lighting illuminating the carefully pruned trees and shrubs.


    And then I saw him.


    Marcus Murphy—my uncle, my mother’s brother, the Murphy family golden boy-was sittingfortably in the garden pavilion like he belonged there. Like he owned the ce. He looked surprisingly at ease for someone who’d supposedly been injured. A booky open in hisp, and he was sipping what appeared to be tea from one of Anna’s finest china cups.


    My blood boiled. Had Rosa Vi be Anna’s secret ce to entertain men? And not just any man, but *Marcus*?


    His eyes flicked up, registering my approach with that same infuriating calm he always maintained. No surprise, no guilt, not even the courtesy of looking ufortable at being caught.


    "Jack," he greeted me, as if my arrival at my ex-wife’s private vi was the most natural thing in the world.


    "I heard you were injured," I said coldly, not bothering with pleasantries. My gaze swept over him, searching for signs of physical distress but finding none. "You look perfectly fine to me."


    "A minor incident," he replied, closing his book and setting it aside.


    "Minor enough that you decided to recover here? At Anna’s vi?" I couldn’t keep the usation from my voice. "Do you realize your enemies have followed you to America? What were you thinking, bringing that kind of danger to her doorstep?"


    Marcus’s expression remained impassive. "I have no intention of endangering Anna. And I prefer William doesn’t worry unnecessarily."


    Iughed bitterly. "Since when do you care about sparing anyone worry?


    You’ve always been perfectly happy to do exactly as you please, consequences be damned. Why the sudden concern?"


    "If you’re so concerned about family," I pressed, "why not stay at Murphy Estate? Why here?"


    "If I didn’t care about family," he replied, his voice dropping to a quieter register that somehow made his words more impactful, "Anna would have been mine six years ago."


    The statement hit me like a physical blow. I stood frozen, trying to process what he’d just said. Six years ago?


    That would have been when...


    "My God," I whispered, pieces suddenly clicking into ce. "You’ve beening back all this time for her, haven’t you? Six years ago when her father died. During my marriage to her. And now, after our divorce."


    Memories cascaded through my mind —Marcus’s rare appearances in Skyview City, always coinciding with significant moments in Anna’s life.


    "How long?" I demanded, my voice barely controlled. "How long have you had feelings for her?"


    Marcus met my gaze directly. "Since before you even knew who she was."


    "It’s over between you two, Jack," he continued, his tone matter-of-fact.


    "You can’t make her happy. You never could. Don’t forget—you’re the one who threw her away."


    *You’re the one who threw her away.* The words sliced through me, carrying the weight of undeniable truth. Images of Anna flooded my mind-not theposed businesswoman she’d be, but the bright-eyed girl I’d first met years ago.


    I remembered her at William’s Christmas party, barely twenty,ughter spilling from her lips as she charmed everyone around her. Even Catherine, who typically viewed other women aspetition, had immediately taken to Anna, dering them "best friends" by the end of the night.


    Back then, she’d called me "Mr. Simpson" with such careful politeness, her eyes briefly meeting mine before shyly looking away.


    And then the unthinkable happened— her father died in a car ident. I remembered the funeral, watching this young woman stand straight-backed despite her grief, handling the arrangements with quiet dignity while her mother and grandmother copsed under the weight of their loss.


    Everyone had been so focused on consoling Elizabeth and Margaret that they’d forgotten the most tragic part-Anna had been in that car too. She had watched her father die in her arms. William had been the one to step in, using his influence to shield her from predatory investors circling Shaw Corp like vultures.


    Our rtionship had begun so innocently. At Phillip Murphy’s birthday celebration, I’d found her alone on the terrace, staring into the distance with such profound sadness that I’d feltpelled to offerfort.


    After that night, I’d made excuses to have Catherine include Anna in more social events, telling myself I was merely helping a family friend.


    I’d watched her navigate the treacherous waters of Skyview City’s business elite, facing thinly veiled sexism with remarkable grace. When older executives attempted to intimidate her during negotiations, I’d sometimes intervene, earning looks of gratitude that gradually transformed into something warmer, something that made my heart race despite myself.


    William had seen it happening before I was willing to admit it. "Jack," he’d said one evening, "Annie would make you an excellent wife."


    I’d protested vigorously. "She’s like a sister to me!"


    But William had been persistent, and my resistance had gradually crumbled.


    After marriage, I’d been deliberately cold, punishing her for feelings I couldn’t acknowledge even to myself.


    I’d stayed outte, ignored her attempts at conversation, found fault with everything she did.


    Phoenix had been her peace offering-a project she’d poured her heart into, designed specifically to bring our families closer. When my mother had suggested giving management of the project to Lucy, I hadn’t just failed to object; I’d actively facilitated the handover, watching the hurt bloom in Anna’s eyes with detached satisfaction.


    Marcus was right. *I* had thrown her away. I had taken a woman who once looked at me with nothing but love and systematically crushed her spirit until divorce seemed like her only escape.


    I don’t remember leaving Rosa Vi.


    When I came back to myself, I was sitting in my car outside Shaw Tower, with no clear memory of instructing my driver to bring me here. How long had I been waiting? Minutes? Hours?


    "Mr. Simpson?" My driver’s voice prated the fog of my thoughts.


    Shall I make a dinner reservation?


    Perhaps Ms. Shaw would join you?"


    I didn’t answer, my attention caught by the revolving doors of the tower.


    And there she was-Anna, emerging from the building in conversation with Rachel, her ever-present assistant.


    A painful pressure built in my chest as I watched her. "Follow her," I instructed my driver, my voice sounding strange even to my own ears.


    My phone rang-Lucy’s name shing on the screen. I silenced it without a second thought.


    "Mr. Simpson," my driver reminded me hesitantly, "you have dinner ns with your mother and Ms. Taylor tonight. Should I head to the restaurant now?"


    Something inside me snapped. "Why would I care about having dinner with *Lucy*?" I shouted, startling even myself with the force of my outburst.


    "NOT GOING!"


    Anna’s POV


    I canceled my evening obligations, feigning exhaustion from back-to-back meetings. The truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about Marcus recovering at Rosa Vi. Leaving an injured houseguest alone all day, even one as self-sufficient as Marcus Murphy, didn’t sit right with me.


    The Shaw Tower elevator felt particrly slow today as I anxiously checked my watch. The meetings had run longer than expected, and I was only now getting a chance to check my personal phone.


    My stomach dropped when I saw the screen. Multiple missed calls-Oscar, Logan, my mother, and several from Catherine. This many calls from different people within hours of each other never meant anything good.


    I was about to call Catherine back when my phone lit up with her name.


    I braced myself and answered.


    "Anna! Is it true? Uncle Marcus is injured? And he’s staying at your ce?" Her voice burst through before I could even say hello, breathless with excitement.


    I froze mid-stride, nearly colliding with Rachel who was walking beside me.


    "Where did you hear that?" I kept my voice perfectly neutral, motioning Rachel to give me some privacy.


    "From my parents! Everyone’s talking about it." Catherine’s words tumbled out in a rush. "They’re saying Uncle Marcus was stabbed and you’re personally nursing him back to health at Rosa Vi."


    A cold feeling spread through my chest. Last night’s incident had been witnessed by very few people. Joseph would never talk, and Oscar, for all his irreverence, could be trusted with secrets that mattered.


    "You won’t believe this," Catherine continued, barely pausing for breath, "Aunt Mary stormed back to Murphy Estate today, but Dad stopped her from making a scene. I think Grandpa William is the only one who doesn’t know about the injury yet, but literally everyone else does."


    *How the hell did this information get out?* My mind raced through possibilities, each more troubling than thest.


    "So you ARE with my uncle? What’s going on, Anna?" The excitement in Catherine’s voice was unmistakable.


    "Are you seriously considering bing my aunt? I’m totally fine with it, by the way. If you marry into the Murphy family, Grandpa William and I would make sure nobody messes with you. Think about it, okay?"


    I nearly choked at her casual matchmaking. Before I could respond, she barreled on.


    "By the way, you probably haven’t heard what people are saying about you two. These gossips should be writing romance novels-they ve turned you, Jack, and my uncle into some scandalous love triangle straight out of a drama series!"


    I leaned against the wall, suddenly feeling exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with my day of meetings. One day. I’d been gone from Rosa Vi for *one day*, and somehow the entire social elite of Skyview City was specting about my love life.


    "Catherine, I need to go. I’ll call you backter." I ended the call before she could protest.


    By the time I arrived at Rosa Vi, dinner had been prepared and Marcus was already seated at the table. He wore casual clothes that somehow still managed to look expensive and tailored on his frame. Despite his injury, his posture remained impable.


    "Uncle Marcus, how did word of your injury get out?" I asked, keeping my voice carefully controlled. "I assure you, neither Oscar nor I said anything to anyone."


    "I know it wasn’t you." His response was immediate and certain.


    I paused, reconsidering the possibilities. "It probably wasn’t Jack either, and I doubt he had anything to do with your injury."


    Marcus’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied me. "Why are you so certain?"


    A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "He was my husband, after all. I’d like to think I know what kind of person he is." The words brought with them a strange ache-the remnants of what had once been love now transformed into something more like detached understanding.


    Marcus held my gaze for a beat longer than necessary, the intensity in his eyes making my pulse quicken. Then he gestured toward the dining room. "The rumors were deliberately spread.


    Someone is setting up a scenario involving you, me, and Jack." He waited for me to take my seat before continuing. "If my guess is correct, this is about the Skke District development. Simpson Group is determined to secure thatnd, but I’m not entirely sure who’s behind this particr move."


    "Skke District?" I hadn’t expected our conversation to turn in this direction.


    "I’ve had people look into it," he exined. "The eastern part of Skyview City is ted for major development next, making the Skke District prime real estate. Simpson Group seems to be taking the lead on this." His expression softened slightly.


    "Now that your mother’s family mansion is back in your hands, you ve been dragged into this as well. I’m sorry for bringing this trouble to your doorstep."


    The hint of regret in his voice touched something in me. I hurried to reassure him. "You haven’t caused me any trouble. I was nning to buy back that mansion anyway. If anything, I should be thanking you, Uncle Marcus." I couldn’t keep the edge from my voice as I added, "If Jack had gotten his hands on it, there wouldn’t be a single brick left standing."


    My mind was already racing ahead, calcting angles and opportunities.


    Skke District was partially protected wends, but the developable areas were substantial. High-end residences marketing their proximity to a nature preserve wouldmand premium prices. The property values alone would skyrocket once development began.


    *No wonder Jack was so desperate to acquire my mother’s ancestral home.*


    The realization made me grateful all over again for Marcus’s intervention at the auction- even if epting such a gift still made me ufortable.


    "What are your thoughts on Skke District?" Marcus asked, watching me closely.


    I decided to bepletely transparent.


    "I hadn’t given much thought to Skke before, as you know, Shaw Corp doesn’t have the resources for a project that size." The admission stung my pride, but there was no point pretending otherwise. "But now the situation is forcing my hand—if I want to protect my mother’s ancestral home, I need to secure this project." I straightened my shoulders, a surge of determination flooding through me.


    "I’ve already formed a project team.


    I’m definitely going topete for Skke."


    Discussing business brought me back to familiar territory, confidence recing the uncertainty I’d felt earlier.


    He nodded approvingly. "Impressive.


    You have vision and courage. If you need any assistance, don’t hesitate to ask."


    His ready support caught me off guard. "You think I can seed?"


    "Why wouldn’t you? If you have the courage to pursue it, you’ll seed." His conviction was unwavering, his faith in me absolute.


    I felt something expand in my chest at his words. The Skke project team had been an impulsive decision, born more from emotion than strategy. In the cold light of day, I’d realized that Shaw Corp attempting to secure Skke was like a fox trying to steal from a wolf pack.


    Yet here was Marcus Murphy, believing in me without reservation.


    "I believe I can do it too. How will I know what I’m capable of if I don’t try, right?" I raised my ss to him, feeling almost light-headed with possibility. "Uncle Marcus, I have to thank you again. You’ve been a true blessing in my life."