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Ava's POV The address Marcus had sent was in the quieter part of the city. The car he'd sent, I had refused at first, then accepted when I calculated how long the bus would take and remembered I had a timeline, pulled up in front of a townhouse that was large. A small tree in the front that had been there long enough to belong. I sat in the car for a moment after it stopped. This was where I would live. For one year, behind a contract and a signature, this building would be my address. The place I came home to. I got out of the car. Marcus answered the door himself. No staff member. No Claire with her charcoal blazer and economical walk. Just Marcus in a dark sweater and trousers that were slightly less formal than anything I had seen him wear before, which on him still looked completely composed. He looked at me for a moment. "You found it," he said. I nodded and held up my phone where I had typed: Your driver found it. I just sat in the back. Something moved at the cor

Ava's POV Nine AM. Don't be late. He replied. I set the phone down on the bed and looked at the engagement announcement still open on my screen beneath his messages. My name and Ethan's, the date. The photograph of two people who had never chosen each other. I closed the app and started getting dressed. I was in the lobby at eight fifty-two. The same receptionist. The same polished stone floor. The same deliberate quiet of a building that had decided long ago what kind of place it was going to be. This time she picked up the phone before I reached the desk. "Miss Arande." She didn't phrase it as a question. "Claire will be right down." I nodded and stood by the desk rather than sitting. I didn't feel like sitting. Claire arrived in three minutes, same charcoal blazer, same economical walk. "Mr. Donovan is ready for you," she said, and turned toward the elevator without waiting. I followed. The fourteenth floor received me the same way it had yesterday. The thick carpet

Ava's POV I woke up at five forty-three, which was really early from the usual time I woke.The room was still dark.I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to the house breathe around me. The distant tick of the hallway clock. The almost silent hum of the refrigerator two floors below. This was the only hour the house felt real.I sat up and reached for the notebook on the nightstand and opened it.Not to the why me page. I turned past that deliberately, and found a clean page toward the back.I wrote for twenty minutes.Not the proposal. Not the Hale timeline or the Ashton details or any of the organized information I had been building since the night I found that headline.Just thoughts. Unplanned and honest in a way I couldn't afford to be anywhere else. The cost of last night's performance. The texture of watching Vivian's eyes go to that door. The way Marcus had asked why me and the way the question had followed me through three hours of pretending to be so

Ava's POV I smelled his cologne before I opened the front door.I adjusted my expression before I turned the handle, Into something soft, slightly tired. The face of a girl coming home from a pharmacy errand with nothing more complicated on her mind than getting off her ankle.I pushed the door open.Ethan was in the living room.He was sitting on the sofa with his jacket folded over the arm beside him, his sleeves rolled to the elbow, a cup of something on the table in front of him. He was relaxed, at ease. Like the house welcomed him in a way it never quite managed with me.He looked up when I came in and he smiled.Not the practiced smile. Not the one he wore at family dinners and business functions, the one that lived only in the lower half of his face.This one reached his eyes.I had forgotten he could do that."There you are," he said, standing. "I was starting to think you'd gotten lost."I held up the small pharmacy bag I had actually stopped to purchase on the way home, bec

Ava's POV He let the silence run for a long moment then he opened the folder on his desk and turned it to face me. "About Maxwell Ashton."I looked at the page. It was a printout of something internal. An email chain, partially redacted, with Ashton's name appearing three times in the visible portions."My team pulled this last night after your call," Marcus said. "It doesn't confirm everything you told me. But it confirms enough that you're sitting in that chair instead of being referred to our legal department."I held his gaze and nodded once."So." He closed the folder. "Before we go any further. How do you have this information?"I reached into my bag and pulled out my notebook and a pen. I had prepared for this question. I had written four different versions of the answer and crossed out three of them.The one I kept was the only one that was true without being something he would believe.I wrote it and turned the notebook to face him.I can't tell you how I have it, not yet. W

Ava's POV Getting out of the house was the first problem.I came downstairs at seven fifteen to find Caroline already in the kitchen, which was unusual. She was a woman who treated mornings like a personal problem and rarely appeared before nine.She looked at me over her coffee cup."You're dressed." Her tone was flat.I nodded and signed that I had something to do."What thing?" She asked.I held up my phone and showed her the screen. A pharmacy website I had pulled up thirty seconds ago in the hallway and then I pointed to my ankle.She looked at the screen, then at me."Take the bus," she said, turning back to her coffee. "The car isn't available."I nodded like that was fine. Which It was. I had already planned to take the bus.I arrived at Donovan Enterprises at seven fifty-two.Eight minutes early.I stood on the pavement outside for exactly none of the time I had stood there yesterday. I had already done the looking up. I had already done the steadying.Today I just walked in