The person sitting in that fourth seat was Julian Mercer. At the time, he was simply the quiet investor I had met through a medical-device project connected to my research. He had driven two hours just to watch me graduate because he knew nobody else from my family was coming. Three years later, Julian became my fiancé—and the CEO of a healthcare technology company valued at nearly seven billion dollars.
My parents knew I was getting married, but they never bothered asking much about Julian. Mom assumed he was another engineer. Dad once referred to him as “that research guy.” I stopped correcting them. So when they chose Spencer’s yacht party over my wedding, I simply accepted their RSVP and continued planning. Julian and I were marrying during a nationally televised charity event connected to his foundation, but I never mentioned that either.
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