Mag-log inJia's POVMia's message came through at noon while I was reviewing a patient chart between rounds. Meet me at the café on Seventh Street. We need to talk. Just us.Every instinct in my body told me to ignore it, to delete the message and go back to my patients and pretend the woman who had been trying to destroy my life for months did not exist. But I knew Mia well enough by now to understand that ignoring her would only make her more reckless, and a reckless Mia with evidence in her hands was more dangerous than a controlled one sitting across a table from me.The café was small and quiet, tucked between a bookstore and a dry cleaner on a street that nobody in the Collins family would ever visit. Mia was already sitting in the corner booth when I arrived, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea she had not touched and her eyes sharp enough to cut through glass."Thank you for coming." She smiled and it was the kind of smile that a snake would give if snakes could smile. "I was not sure
Liam's POVI did not sleep that night. I sat in my study with every transaction I could still access spread across the desk, and I went through them one by one until my eyes burned.By three in the morning I had an explanation for most of them. The rest I would have to build out of thin air before the meeting started.At five, I picked up the phone and called Gordon Reeves, the head of the logistics division. He answered on the second ring, sounding like a man who had been waiting for me to call."Liam, it is five in the morning.""I know what time it is." I kept my voice warm and easy. "I wanted you to hear this from me before the meeting. Marcus is getting suspicious about ordinary business decisions.""He has been asking a lot of questions lately," Gordon said carefully."He has, and I understand why. He carries a lot of weight." I leaned back in my chair. "But if every small expense becomes an investigation, we will lose deals that could grow this company.""What do you need from
Mia's POVEverything was unraveling faster than I had planned and I could feel the threads slipping through my fingers no matter how tightly I tried to hold them. Jia's divorce was moving forward like a train that had already left the station and nothing I did seemed to slow it down. And the worse part, the part that kept me awake at night staring at the ceiling while Jake slept beside me without touching me, was that Marcus's feelings for Jia were becoming something I could no longer dismiss as a passing infatuation. Once Jia was legally free, Marcus was going to tell the family the truth, and that truth was going to burn down every single thing I had spent six years building.Jake had also started watching me. Not the way a husband watches a wife he loves, but the way a man watches a stranger he suspects of hiding something in her coat pocket. Every time he asked where I had been or how my day went, I felt my pulse quicken because I could not tell if the question was innocent or if
"No. But the way Liam reacted when he saw me was not the reaction of a man having a normal business meeting. It was the reaction of a man who got caught doing something he should not be doing.""Be careful, Jake." I held his gaze. "Following Liam without proof could create another problem on top of the ones we already have. If he finds out we are watching him before we have enough evidence, he will destroy whatever trail he has left.""I know. But I do not trust this situation and I do not think you should either.""If we find something concrete, we deal with it properly." I stood up and gathered the folders. "Openly and legally. Not by secretly attacking our own brother behind his back."That afternoon my phone rang and a number I did not recognize appeared on the screen. It was Rachel Whitfield, Jia's divorce lawyer, requesting a document connected to the settlement valuation."Mr. Collins, I need to clarify something about a joint asset listed in the marital estate," she said profe
Marcus's POVThe boardroom was full by nine fifteen. Liam sat to my left with his jacket buttoned and his expression polished to a shine that could have fooled anyone who was not looking for the cracks underneath it. Jake sat across from him with his arms folded and his eyes moving between us like a referee who knew the fight was about to start but had not yet decided which corner to stand in. Four executives lined the sides of the table and David Chen sat at the far end with a laptop open and two stacks of folders in front of him."I called this meeting because several transactions connected to recent acquisitions do not match the original submissions presented to the board," I said, opening the first folder. "I want explanations before we move forward with any new spending.""Some figures were adjusted because project costs changed after the initial proposals were approved." Liam's voice was smooth and easy, like a man explaining why he was five minutes late instead of a man defendi
I turned and walked out of the kitchen before he could throw another line into the water and I made it all the way up the stairs and into my bedroom and closed the door before my hands started shaking badly enough that I had to press them flat against the dresser to make them stop.Twenty minutes later I was sitting on the bathroom floor with my phone pressed against my ear and Marcus's voice pouring through the speaker like warm water washing over a wound that would not stop bleeding."He is trying to make you admit our relationship before you are legally free," Marcus said quietly. "Every question about me is designed to push you into saying something he can use in court.""I know." I closed my eyes. "I did not give him anything but he is getting smarter about how he asks. He is not screaming anymore. He is probing. Testing. Watching my face for the smallest crack.""Are you scared?""Yes." The word came out smaller than I wanted it to but there was no point in lying to the one pers







