She spent her days deep in forensic audits, tracing discrepancies through corporate ledgers. The kind of meticulous work that suited her naturally analytical mind.
He worked in business development, all charm and easy confidence. The sort of person who filled a room the moment he entered it.
He courted her patiently that first year, showing up with coffee exactly the way she liked it. Remembering small details from conversations weeks earlier that most people would have forgotten entirely. Sabrina found herself genuinely charmed. Unused to someone paying such consistent, deliberate attention.
They dated for two years before marrying. Sabrina genuinely believing she'd found someone who admired her intelligence rather than feeling threatened by it.
Their wedding took place on a warm October afternoon, small and quietly intimate, exactly the kind of ceremony Sabrina had always imagined for herself. Desmond wore a charcoal suit that day. Tailored specifically for the occasion. A detail neither of them could have possibly known would carry such devastating significance years later inside a Thornfield courtroom.
