Adam stared at the file. The sponsor's name section was blank.

"Who funded Celine's education?" he asked.

Leo shook his head. "Mr. Alvarez, we haven't been able to identify the sponsor yet."

Adam pressed his lips together. "What did Celine do after she graduated? Someone as exceptional as her should have started a stellar career immediately."

Adam's time at Haffard University had been defined by ambition. He was already making strides in finance and business; his first company had gone public in Quartz Vale by graduation. But Celine? As far as Adam knew, she had no current employment. It didn't make sense.

"Apologies, Mr. Alvarez, but we couldn't find any information on that either. Ms. Celine disappeared for two years after graduation. Two blank years. No one knew what she had been doing," Leo continued. "It wasn't until two years later, right after your car accident, that Ms. Celine reappeared in Mercity. Following arrangements made by the Tates, she married you!"

Adam knew the rest of her story better than anyone.

Setting the file down, Adam leaned back. "You can leave now."

"Yes, Mr. Alvarez."

Leo left, leaving Adam alone. Adam picked up his phone. Today's entertainment headlines were dominated by Celine. A particular photo had gone viral: she stood at a podium, wearing a crisp white blouse and a sleek high ponytail. Her delicate face was illuminated, its radiant beauty impossible to ignore. The media had branded her the "most beautiful genius girl."

Adam leaned lazily against the couch. His life revolved around a genius girl. He never would have guessed that his housewife of the past three years was Miss Genius.

A low chuckle escaped him as he recalled sending her to Vorhine University. Why had she married him? After his car accident, he'd been declared a lost cause—a man in a vegetative state, never to wake. Carly had been terrified and fled. But Celine had come to him. She'd married him. Those three years, the prime of her youth, wasted on a man who was little more than a shell. Why?

Adam reached for the file. A photo slipped out. It was a picture of Celine at Haffard University. She stood in front of the school's display window, wearing a simple white dress. Her radiant smile lit up her delicate face as she gazed at the camera.

Adam's gaze froze as he noticed himself in the background. The display window showed the school's Hall of Fame, where his name and photo held the top spot. Young Celine stood beside it, arms cradling books, her head tilted slightly toward his picture, smiling.

A heavy realization washed over him. Celine had loved him for a very long time—in ways he'd never noticed.

Underneath the media's latest posts about the "most beautiful genius girl," comments flooded in: "I think I fell in love today." "Me too." Carly's words echoed in his mind: "Have you fallen for Celine?"

Today, it wasn't just the media or the city falling for her. It was everyone. And Adam? He was just a man. How could he not be moved by someone who burned so brightly, who loved so fiercely and purely?

Finally, he admitted it: he had fallen for her. Adam opened Celine's WhatsApp and sent a message.