My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

When the initial surprise faded, Niall's expression smoothed back into its typical composed mask.

She exchanged polite pleasantries with Neal before positioning herself at Cullen's side.

The shock rippled beyond just Marco and the families present. Edric and Neal found themselves equally caught off guard.

Though Maxwell had made introductions at the gallery earlier, Veronica remained largely an enigma to them.

Her quiet demeanor and reserved nature suggested someone who preferred shadows to spotlights.

None of them would have predicted she'd boldly throw down such a direct challenge.

Felix barely knew Veronica, yet her presence hadn't escaped his notice.

Her delicate beauty paired with that soft-spoken, refined manner painted her as the ideal well-bred young lady.

In his mind, this type of woman would make an excellent match for his grandson.

Chess skills hadn't factored into his expectations.

Cullen's gaze settled on Veronica. "Ladies first?"

Convention granted the opening player a tactical edge.

Veronica accepted the courtesy, placing her first piece. Cullen responded with his counter-move.

Both players began with careful restraint, revealing nothing of their true strategies.

Silence stretched between them.

Veronica's attention remained fixed on the board, barely acknowledging Cullen's presence across from her.

As the game progressed, Neal and Felix began recognizing patterns in Veronica's approach that mirrored her personality—controlled and deliberate.

Her style emphasized patience over aggression, building comprehensive strategies rather than simple tactical sequences.

This realization struck both men with genuine surprise.

Earlier, they'd complimented Niall on her sharp instincts and solid fundamentals. In truth, Cullen had been subtly guiding her moves while allowing her victories.

Their previous match had resembled playful courtship more than serious competition.

Cullen had drawn out that game deliberately, coaching Niall through complex positions and ensuring her success. The entire exchange felt more like intimate tutoring than genuine contest.

Niall's analytical skills and adaptability certainly exceeded expectations for someone her age.

But this situation presented entirely different dynamics.

Cullen quickly discovered that Veronica refused his subtle guidance, instead weaving intricate traps of her own design.

When he pulled back from aggressive positions, Veronica pressed forward relentlessly. She balanced defensive maneuvers with calculated strikes, systematically backing him into increasingly difficult corners until Cullen found himself genuinely hesitating.

His eyes lifted to meet hers, a genuine smile tugging at his lips.

Felix watched Veronica's latest sequence with growing amazement, finally breaking into spontaneous applause. "Remarkable technique!"

Dario raised an eyebrow, his own smile spreading.

Marco and Edric stared in complete bewilderment.

They'd lost track of Veronica's overall strategy several moves ago.

Her deceptively passive opening had masked increasingly sophisticated positioning, and they'd missed the subtle brilliance of her developing attack.

The truth became undeniable—Veronica didn't just understand chess fundamentals, she possessed genuinely formidable skills.

Niall maintained her position beside Cullen, primarily observing his side of the board.

Like Marco and the others, she'd already fallen behind the complexity of Cullen's responses.

She'd anticipated watching Veronica crumble under pressure within minutes.

Instead, Cullen's expression grew more intense and focused than during any of their casual games together. When Neal and the other observers began leaning forward with genuine interest, the reality hit her—Veronica wasn't just competent at chess, she might actually surpass Niall's own abilities.

The atmosphere in the room shifted palpably. What had begun as anticipated entertainment transformed into serious intellectual combat.

Cullen found himself forced to abandon the relaxed confidence he typically brought to social games.

Veronica's moves demanded his complete attention and respect.

Each piece she advanced served multiple purposes, creating layered threats that required careful analysis to fully comprehend.

Her defensive positioning hadn't been timid—it had been patient predatory preparation.

Felix leaned closer to the board, his business instincts recognizing strategic thinking that reminded him of high-stakes negotiations.

This young woman approached chess like a seasoned executive approached corporate warfare—with long-term vision and calculated precision.

Neal found himself reassessing his initial impressions of Maxwell's granddaughter.

Quiet didn't mean weak, and reserved didn't indicate lack of capability.

The guests who'd expected light entertainment instead witnessed a master class in strategic patience and tactical execution.

Niall felt an unfamiliar tension building in her chest as she watched Cullen's growing concentration.

Never before had she seen him apply such serious focus to a social game.

The casual confidence he'd always shown during their matches had evaporated, replaced by the sharp attention he typically reserved for important business decisions.

This wasn't the gentle, encouraging partner who'd guided her through chess lessons.

This was Cullen meeting an equal opponent, and the difference was impossible to ignore.