Mag-log inMargaret’s POV“Laura was the one who planned the failed kidnap attempt against you and she’s about to do worse if you don’t act!”Eduardo’s voice cut through the door immediately catching my attention.Everything inside me went still.The blood that had drained from my face earlier came rushing back in a hot wave. My father and Cielin were still blocking the door, their bodies tense, ready to push him out. But those words…those specific words rooted me to the floor.I had always suspected. I had pieced things together in the quiet hours of the night. But hearing it said out loud, by him of all people, made the truth feel heavier than I was prepared for.“Let him in,” I said.Both of them turned to look at me like I had lost my mind.“Margaret, no,” my father said firmly. “Absolutely not.”Cielin’s eyes were wide with disbelief. “You can’t be serious. After everything he did to you?”“I said let him in.” My voice was quieter this time, but steadier. “I need to hear this.”There was a
Margaret’s pov.Today’s hearing still sat on my chest like stone and the sharp pain in my head did not even help matters. Everything went terribly wrong that I wondered if I should just walk away from it all now that I still had a little bit of my dignity intact. I looked at the white business card the older lawyer had pressed into my hand earlier which kept staring at me from the table. Cielin was in the kitchen making tea. My father sat on the couch in the living room, quietly reading through some of the documents we had prepared,pretending not to notice how restless I was.I picked up the card. The name printed on it was “Evelyn Shaw”. No firm name. Just a number and those four words that had been circling in my head since the hallway: “Call me. I can help.”I didn’t trust her.Not her though, I didn’t trust anyone or myself easily anymore. But the hearing had gone so badly. The panel had looked at me like I was already guilty. If I did nothing,it is glaring obvious that I’m going t
Margaret’s POVPrinted case files, character references, old performance reviews from Kessler & Hale and anything that might prove I had always conducted myself ethically covered the tiny dining table in the apartment.Cielin sat across from me, quietly sorting documents into neat piles while I stared at the same paragraph for the third time without absorbing a single word.“You’ve been on that page for ten minutes,” Cielin said gently. “Maybe we should take a break.”I shook my head. “I can’t. The first session is tomorrow. If I don’t walk in prepared—”A quiet knock at the door cut me off from spiraling into another emotional turbulence.Both of us stiffened. No one has visited or even knew where we were since we moved.Cielin stood first with a cautious “Are you expecting anyone?”“No.”I repliedI rose slowly and walked to the door,my heart already racing. Part of me was convinced it was Sam or Alexander. I took a breath, unlocked the door and pulled it open.It was neither of them.
Sam’s POV“Sir. Are you alright? Do you need anything?” The voice of the waitress who was tending the bar brought my attention back to reality. I looked at my watch and it had been over fifteen minutes since Laura left. It was then that I realized that I had been staring into nothingness for a while, stuck in the plain and reveling over what Laura said.“I'm good. Thanks” I hurriedly said and paid off the tab bill Laura accumulated before dramatically leaving before letting myself out of this cafe before I looked more crazy than I already did.I got into my car and just sat there for a long moment, staring at the steering wheel as people on the street outside moved on like nothing had happened. They walked past, talking, laughing and living normal lives. Meanwhile, I was drowning in a mess I had created for myself years ago.I was beyond mad, at Laura,myself and the entire situation at large. I had let a single night of poor judgment turn into a leash around my neck. And the worst p
Laura’s POVI continued staring at the hospital discharge papers that were still in my bag, refusing to bring it out in disbelief that Alexander actually didn't bother to come pick my up.Not even a single message asking if I was okay or explaining why he disappeared from the hospital without a trace.My fingers tightened around my phone until my knuckles turned white as I fought the urge to call him but I eventually became overpowered by my need for certainty. I dialed his number, already feeling the rejection that might come with his tone but still holding on to the possibility that things may be different now and that he probably had an explanation for not coming.After numerous attempts,he answered with a flat and distracted voice,“What is it, Laura?”I immediately let the tears come even though I know it made me look desperate because for Alexander,I was willing to do anything to get him back.“Alexander,you didn’t come to pick me up. I just lost our child and you left me alone at
Margaret’s POVI let myself relax in Alexander’s arms as it closed around me and in a matter of seconds,my emotions were uncontrollably all over the place in ways I knew I’d probably regret later.My knees had already given out and a broken sob tore from my throat as the full weight of all the chaos crashed down on me at once although only a few significantly kept playing in my head,The Chief Justice’s hot breath against my ear or the fact that his hands actually touched my body. And then Laura’s baby who was gone,not having the opportunity to experience life just because I couldn't keep together these same emotions of mine. I clung to Alexander’s shirt like a drowning woman, crying so hard my entire body shook. I hated myself for seeking comfort from him, but in that second I had nothing left. No strength or pride. Just pure, raw collapse by a woman who has not even a single shoulder to cry on.For a brief, foolish moment, I felt his hand rest against the back of my head. I though
Alexander’s POVI was halfway up the front steps when Laura stepped directly into my path, blocking the doorway just as I was about to enter the house. Apparently,she’d been ok the doorway listening in to I and Margaret's altercation.“I see your whore finally left,” she spat, her voice so loud tha
Margaret's pov The letter trembled in my hands.Alexander had done this without asking or even a simple warning. He is practically trying yanked me back into the very cage I had spent six years escaping. My chest tightened until breathing hurt. I folded the paper,shoved it into the envelope and
Margaret's pov "Alexander," I squeaked, keeping my voice as steady as I could, "Please leave,Laura won't be happy if she finds you here." He didn't move,instead, he put one shoulder against the doorframe and watched me with that unreadable calm that made partners at the firm nervous. "I'm not h
Margaret's pov. Newville's airport lounge was so cramped that one could barely move five feet without bumping into someone. My boarding pass was crumpled in my fist Gate 17, departing in twenty-three minutes. I kept glancing at the digital board even though the numbers hadn't changed in the last







