MasukEmma's POVJake was not sleeping.I woke at three AM to find his side of the bed empty.Found him in the living room. Laptop open. Papers everywhere."Jake? What are you doing?""Working. Go back to bed.""You have been up every night this week.""I have a lot to catch up on."But it was more than that. I could see it in his face. The stress. The fear."What is really going on?""Nothing. Just work.""Do not lie to me. We just spent months fighting for our family. Do not shut me out now."He looked at me. Exhausted. Defeated."The company is failing. Derek Chen destroyed us while I was in court. We have maybe six months before bankruptcy."The words hit like a punch. "Why did you not tell me?""Because you have been through enough. The trial. The stress. The pregnancy. I did not want to add more.""So you were going to handle it alone? Suffer alone?""I am trying to protect you.""I do not need protection. I need partnership. Jake, we are supposed to be a team."He ran his hands throu
Jake's POVThe Monday after the trial, I returned to Sullivan Sports Management.Five months away. Five months of Marcus running the company while I fought for my family.I expected challenges. Expected some client loss. Expected rebuilding.I did not expect devastation.The office was quiet. Too quiet. Half the desks empty.Marcus met me at the door. His face said everything before he spoke."We need to talk. Conference room. Now."The board was waiting. Marcus. David. Two other senior partners.All of them looking grim."How bad is it?" I asked.Marcus slid a folder across the table. Financial reports.I opened it. Started reading. Felt my stomach drop.Revenue down sixty percent. Eight of our top ten clients gone. Operating at massive loss."What happened?""Titanium Sports Agency happened," David said. "Derek Chen went after our clients aggressively while you were in court."Derek Chen. My former business partner. We had started Sullivan Sports together seven years ago.Then he wa
Emma's POVForty-eight hours felt like forty-eight years.We waited in our apartment. Unable to work. Unable to think. Just waiting.Judge Santos had said she would issue her ruling within two days.Two days of hell.Every phone call made us jump. Every email notification set our hearts racing.Was this it? Was this the decision?The call finally came Tuesday morning at nine AM."Decision has been filed," Ana said. "Judge wants everyone in court at two PM to read it formally.""Can you tell us what it says?""I have not read it yet. But we will all hear it together this afternoon."Those five hours until two PM were torture.We got Alex ready. Put him in nice clothes. Tried to keep him calm even though we were falling apart inside."Is this when we find out if I stay with you?" he asked."Yes, baby. This is when the judge decides.""And you believe she will let me stay?""We hope so. We believe so. But we do not know for sure."The courthouse was packed again. Press everywhere.We pus
Jake's POVThey took Alex to the judge's chambers at two PM.Emma and I had to wait outside. Not allowed in.Only Alex. Judge Santos. Ana our lawyer. And a court recorder.Emma paced the hallway. Back and forth. Back and forth."What if he says the wrong thing? What if he is scared? What if Margaret's pressure worked?""Alex knows what he wants. He will tell the truth.""He is eight years old. Eight. This is too much pressure for a child."She was right. But we had no choice.Judge Santos had decided Alex's voice mattered. So we had to trust him.Forty minutes felt like four hours.Finally the door opened. Ana stepped out."How did it go?" I asked immediately."I cannot tell you details. But Jake, Emma, your son is remarkable.""What did he say?""You will hear everything tomorrow when the judge rules. But I will say this. Alex knows his own mind. And he spoke it clearly."She would not tell us more. Could not. Court rules.Alex came out next. Looked tired but okay.He ran to us. Hugg
Emma's POVI walked to the witness stand on shaking legs.Raised my right hand. Swore to tell the truth.Sat down facing a courtroom full of people judging me.Our lawyer questioned me first. Ana kept it simple. Straightforward."Tell the court why you left Jake eight years ago.""Margaret Sullivan threatened me. She said if I stayed, she would destroy both of us. She gave me fifty thousand dollars and told me to disappear. I was nineteen. Pregnant. Scared. So I took the money and left.""Why did you hide Alex from Jake?""Because I believed Margaret's threats. I thought I was protecting everyone. Jake from losing his family and career. Alex from growing up in a war zone. Myself from being destroyed by someone with unlimited resources.""Do you regret that decision?""Every single day.""Why did you come back?""I did not come back. Jake found me. I had been living in Portugal for eight years. Raising Alex alone. I never contacted Jake. Never asked for money. Never tried to use Alex a
Emma's POVThe courthouse was packed.I had not expected this many people.Press in the back rows. Public observers filling every seat. Court sketch artists with their pads ready.And Margaret's family. All of them. Taking up two full rows on her side.Our side was smaller. Sarah. Miguel. Alex's teacher. His therapist. A few friends.David versus Goliath.Judge Santos entered. Everyone stood."This is the matter of Sullivan versus Reed. Custody determination for minor child Alexander Sullivan. We will hear opening statements."Margaret's lawyer stood first. Richard Hoffman. Expensive suit. Confident smile."Your Honor, this case is about a pattern of manipulation spanning eight years. Emma Reed became pregnant at age twenty. She took fifty thousand dollars from my client and disappeared. Hid the child from his father. Raised him in poverty despite having access to resources."He paced as he spoke. Commanding the room."Then eight years later, when Jake Sullivan became successful, Emma







