My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

The subtle implication hung in the air like a promise - Niall could walk into the company whenever she chose, no questions asked.

Veronica had grown accustomed to watching Cullen's preferential treatment toward Niall. The special consideration no longer caught her off guard.

She lifted her water glass, taking a measured sip to steady herself. Movement beyond the conference room's glass wall drew her attention.

Her breath caught. Cullen stood just outside, his imposing figure unmistakable even through the frosted glass.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment. Cullen's expression remained unreadable, his gaze passing over her as if she were merely part of the furniture.

Veronica forced herself to look away, only to catch Niall's knowing smile directed toward the door. The woman's face lit up with genuine warmth as she acknowledged Cullen's arrival.

"I should head out now," Niall announced to Dalton, her voice carrying a note of anticipation.

The realization hit Dalton and Vincent simultaneously - Cullen had descended from his executive floor specifically to collect Niall for lunch.

Both men began rising from their seats, ready to offer proper greetings to their boss. Cullen's dismissive gesture stopped them mid-motion.

"Stay seated. Don't let me interrupt your work," he said with casual authority.

They sank back into their chairs with relieved nods.

Cullen's attention shifted to Dario, his tone adopting the polished courtesy reserved for important clients. "My schedule has been relentless lately. I apologize for not personally overseeing your visit today."

Dario responded with practiced diplomacy. "Please don't concern yourself, Mr. Dennis. I understand the demands of running multiple enterprises."

Cullen's smile barely touched his lips. His gaze flickered toward Veronica for the briefest instant before he turned away, offering Niall his arm as they departed together.

Dario wasn't surprised by Cullen's presence at Stellar - the man's business empire was well-documented. Niall's comfortable familiarity with the office environment, however, raised questions he kept to himself.

He noticed Veronica's rigid posture and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

She shook her head almost imperceptibly. She could handle this.

Coming to Stellar meant accepting the possibility of crossing paths with Cullen. She had steeled herself for that inevitable moment.

What blindsided her was discovering how deeply Niall had embedded herself into Cullen's professional world.

Vincent had mentioned Niall's previous visits, but Veronica had assumed they were sporadic social calls. Now she understood the truth - Niall moved through Cullen's company with the confidence of someone who belonged there. She knew every employee, understood every protocol, and commanded respect without question.

The contract negotiations stretched on, each technical specification requiring careful examination. Legal terminology needed clarification to prevent future disputes. Every clause demanded thorough discussion and mutual agreement.

The afternoon sun had begun its descent when they finally reached the contract's final page. The clock showed 5:15 pm.

Dario signed his name with a flourish, then Dalton gathered the documents to secure Cullen's signature upstairs.

"Mr. Dennis is still working?" Dario inquired, his tone carefully neutral.

Vincent nodded. "He's managing another critical project today."

Veronica wondered if Cullen's absence stemmed from genuine business obligations or deliberate avoidance. Perhaps her presence had influenced his decision to remain sequestered in his office.

The possibility stung more than she cared to admit.

Vincent, having worked with Dario on previous technical projects, felt comfortable enough to share office gossip now that the contract was finalized. He leaned closer, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Ms. Crystal spent the entire day here. Word is she was with Mr. Dennis in his office for hours. They seem quite... committed to each other."

Veronica sat close enough to Dario to catch every word. The comment hit its mark with surgical precision.

Dalton returned twenty minutes later, the signed contract tucked securely in his portfolio.

Dario checked his watch and politely declined Dalton's dinner invitation, citing prior evening commitments that couldn't be postponed.

Dalton and Vincent accepted his refusal graciously, escorting their guests toward the elevators with professional courtesy.

The elevator doors were sliding open when footsteps echoed in the marble lobby behind them.

Veronica's stomach dropped as she recognized the voices before turning around.

Cullen and Niall approached the elevator bank, their conversation intimate and relaxed. Niall's hand rested comfortably on Cullen's forearm, her body language speaking of easy familiarity and unshakeable confidence.

The elevator arrival that should have provided escape had instead delivered them directly into the path of the two people Veronica least wanted to face together.

Cullen's expression shifted almost imperceptibly when he noticed the waiting group. His jaw tightened for just a moment before professional composure reasserted itself.

Niall, however, seemed genuinely pleased by the encounter, her smile broadening as she took in the assembled faces.

The elevator's cheerful chime announcing its arrival sounded almost mocking in the sudden tension that filled the lobby.