LOGINCHAPTER 90Choosing the FutureArielle sat at the dining table, staring at the papers in front of her.She had been reading the same paragraph for almost ten minutes.Lucien walked into the room, carrying two cups of coffee.“You’re going to wear a hole through that paper.”She looked up.“Is that possible?”“With the way you’ve been staring at it? I’m beginning to think so.”She laughed as he placed a cup beside her.“Thank you.”He pulled out the chair opposite her.“What are you reading?”“Information about a public speaking programme.”Lucien glanced at the papers.“Interesting.”“I’m considering applying.”“Then apply.”She looked at him.“Just like that?”“Would you prefer I give you a motivational speech first?”Arielle laughed.“No, thank you.”He took a sip of his coffee.“What’s stopping you?”She looked back at the papers.“I’m not sure. I haven’t done anything like this professionally in a while. I don’t know if I’ll be good enough.”Lucien leaned forward.“Arielle, I’ve h
CHAPTER 89The People We KeepArielle stared at the dining table, then looked at Lucien.“Are you sure we invited enough people?”Lucien adjusted one of the chairs.“How many people do you want?”“I don’t know. I just feel like the table looks empty.”He glanced at the six place settings.“There’s nothing empty about this table.”“Maybe we should have invited a few more people.”“Who?”Arielle opened her mouth, then paused.Lucien smiled.“Exactly.”She picked up a napkin and folded it again.“You’re not being helpful.”“I’m trying to understand why my wife is suddenly worried about the number of chairs in our dining room.”“Because I want tonight to be nice.”Lucien walked over and took the napkin from her.“It will be.”She looked at him.“You promise?”He kissed her forehead.“I promise.”Tonight was a small dinner at their home. They had invited Martin, Mary and a few close friends who had remained part of their lives through the difficult months.It wasn’t a celebration of anythi
CHAPTER 88Martin’s Good News“You’re late.”Martin Shaw looked up from his laptop as Lucien walked into the restaurant.Lucien checked his watch.“I’m three minutes late.”“Four.”“Do you want an apology or should I leave?”Martin laughed and closed his laptop.“Sit down. I’ve already ordered.”Lucien pulled out the chair opposite him.“How have you been?”“Busy. Very busy.”“That’s usually a good sign.”“It is, actually.”Martin reached for his glass of water, taking a sip before continuing.“The independent investigations team is officially up and running.”Lucien smiled.“Congratulations.”“Thank you. We finally got the approval, secured an office and started bringing people on board.”“That’s quick.”“I’ve been working on it for a while. I just needed the right people and the resources to make it happen.”Lucien nodded.“And how’s the team?”“Promising. We have experienced investigators, analysts and a few people who are just starting their careers. I want the team to be thorough
CHAPTER 87A New Beginning for MaryMary Moreau stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of her blouse.She looked at her reflection for a moment before picking up her handbag.Her phone rang.“Hello, Henry.”“Are you still coming?”“Yes. I’m leaving now.”“All right. I’ll see you soon.”She ended the call and took one final look around her bedroom.It had been weeks since the events that changed her family. Although the investigation had moved into the hands of the authorities, the consequences remained.Henry was facing the law for his part in concealing the truth about Beaumont. Margaret had been arrested, and the Sentinel operative was also in custody.Mary had spent a long time thinking about everything that had happened.She had trusted the wrong people. Worse, she had allowed that trust to become an excuse for not asking questions.And Arielle had paid the price.Mary knew an apology couldn’t undo that.But she had decided she wouldn’t spend the rest of her life hidi
CHAPTER 86The First ArgumentArielle was standing in front of the wardrobe when Lucien walked into the bedroom, adjusting the buttons on his shirt.“Have you seen my black heels?” she asked.“Which ones?”“The ones I wore to Martin’s dinner.”Lucien thought for a moment.“I believe they’re downstairs.”She turned around.“Why would my shoes be downstairs?”“You left them near the entrance yesterday.”Arielle stared at him.“And you didn’t think to bring them upstairs?”“I didn’t know they were missing.”She sighed and walked past him.“Sometimes I wonder how you manage to run an entire company.”Lucien chuckled.“Good morning to you too.”She found the shoes near the staircase and returned to the bedroom.Lucien was checking his watch.“You’re going somewhere?” she asked.“Yes. I have a meeting this morning.”“And you’ll be back for dinner?”He paused.“I might have a business dinner tonight.”Arielle looked at him.“Might?”“It’s with a few investors. We haven’t confirmed the final
CHAPTER 85HomeArielle stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the boxes stacked near the entrance.She looked at Lucien.“Please tell me those aren’t all ours.”Lucien placed his suitcase beside the sofa.“They are.”She closed her eyes briefly.“Wonderful.”He laughed.“What’s wrong?”“We just returned from our honeymoon. I was hoping to come home, take a shower and sleep. Instead, I’m looking at what appears to be an entire warehouse.”“Most of those boxes contain things you ordered.”Arielle turned towards him.“Excuse me?”“Would you like me to remind you?”“No.”“Three shopping deliveries arrived while we were away.”“Lucien, those are important things.”“I didn’t say they weren’t.”She folded her arms.“Then why are you complaining?”“I’m not complaining, Mrs. Moreau. I’m simply observing.”She shook her head and walked towards the stairs.“Help me with my suitcase.”“Yes, ma’am.”He picked it up, smiling.Their honeymoon had been wonderful, but Arielle was glad to
She stood there. Watching him go. Her heart doing things it shouldn’t.The hallway felt colder after he disappeared around the corner.Arielle let herself into her room and closed the door softly behind her. The quiet pressed in immediately. Too loud. Too heavy.She leaned back against the door and
Chapter 4The briefcase smelled like old leather and dust.Arielle sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, the contents spread out around her like pieces of a puzzle she’d been trying to solve for ten years.Documents. Bank statements. Emails printed on paper that had yellowed with time. And a small
Chapter 3Arielle stared at her phone until the screen went dark.I know who you are.She hadn’t been Arielle Laurent when her father was alive. She’d been Arielle Beaumont. Her father’s daughter. The girl who’d lived in a house with a backyard and a tree swing and parents who smiled at each other
The words hung in the air between them.Because I’m still trying to understand why seeing you with someone else bothered me at all.Arielle felt her heartbeat stumble.She hadn’t expected honesty.Not from Lucien.Not like this.For a moment she didn’t know what to say.Lucien seemed to realize wha







