LOGINNerissa's POVHenri met me at the door before I'd even turned off the engine, which told me my grandfather had been watching the drive from his window again."He's in the solarium," Henri said. "He insisted. I told him the doctor wouldn't approve.""And?""He told me the doctor wasn't invited."I almost laughed. It was the first real laugh I'd had all week.Edouard sat at the same table where he'd planned half of my life over espresso, a blanket across his knees, a book he wasn't reading open in front of him. He looked smaller than the last time. Not weaker in the eyes. Just thinner everywhere else, like the illness was taking him one inch at a time and he refused to give it the satisfaction of a complaint."You're late," he said."I'm four minutes early.""For a woman who runs a hundred year old company, that's late." He pointed at the chair across from him. "Sit. Henri, leave the coffee. She won't drink it, but she likes to hold it."I sat. He was right, which annoyed me."The Cente
Lysander's POVShe called."Can we talk," she said. "In person. Not about Rousset, not about the case. Just talk.""Of course. Where.""The park near the office. Somewhere neutral."I got there before her, sitting on a bench overlooking the water, running through every possible version of what this conversation might be and landing on none of them.She arrived a few minutes later, coat pulled tight against the evening chill, sitting beside me without quite looking at me first."I talked to Lucien last night," she said. "And we had that one conversation we've both been avoiding."My stomach tightened. "What did he say.""That he's known for a while. About whatever this is, between us. That he's not angry, which somehow made it harder to hear than if he had been." She finally looked at me, something raw and unguarded in her expression that I wasn't used to seeing from her. "He told me loving him and being in love with him the way I used to love you aren't the same thing. He said he's kn
Nerissa's POVI found Lucien in the kitchen after the twins went down, two glasses of wine already poured, like he'd known I'd need one before I knew it myself."Rough day," he said, sliding one across the counter."Rough month, if I'm being honest." I took it gratefully, sitting across from him. "The Centennial's happening. Full guest list, full press. Rousseau thinks it'll help steady things after everything that's leaked.""That sounds like a good plan.""It is. Mostly." I turned the glass slowly in my hand. "He also said something else. About the guest list. About family. About figuring out what role Lysander plays in a night meant to show the whole world who we are."Lucien didn't flinch, exactly, but something careful settled over his expression."And what do you think.""I think I don't know how to answer that without finally having the conversation we've both been avoiding for months." I met his eyes, steady despite how much my pulse had picked up just saying it out loud. "I t
Nerissa's POVThe boardroom felt colder than usual, eleven people around the table who'd spent the last month reading about my life in the news instead of hearing about it from me directly."Shareholder confidence took a hit," the CFO said, sliding a report across the table. "Not catastrophic. But real. People don't love finding out their CEO's personal history reads like a thriller novel.""My personal history isn't the company's business.""It became the company's business the second it hit the front page, Ms. Vane. That's not a judgment. That's just how markets work." He said it gently, not unkindly, which somehow made it harder to argue with. "We need something that reminds people what Vane Holdings actually is. Stability. A hundred years of it, as of this quarter."I sat back, already seeing where this was heading."The Centennial.""The Centennial." He nodded. "It was already planned as a major event. Given everything, I'd argue it's become something closer to necessary. A publi
Lysander's POVDesmond dropped the envelope on my desk without much ceremony."Divorce filing," he said. "Seraphina's lawyer sent it over this morning. Straightforward, no contest on anything, no requests beyond the dissolution itself."I stared at it a moment before picking it up, strange how heavy a few pages of paper could feel after everything else that had happened this year."That's it? No fight over anything?""Nothing. She's not asking for a cent, not even the car still registered in both your names. Her lawyer said she wants this finished clean. Her words, apparently."I read through it slowly, the clinical language of lawyers reducing five years of my life down to a handful of paragraphs. Grounds. Irreconcilable differences. A marriage that had never been real, finally ending in exactly the plain, bureaucratic way real marriages sometimes did."Sign it," I said. "Today, if we can manage it.""No hesitation at all?""What would I be hesitating over, Desmond? A marriage that w
Seraphina's POVThe prosecutor's office set up a proper room for it this time, not the cramped visitation space I'd gotten used to. Real chairs. A table big enough for all the paperwork Rousseau's team had apparently decided this conversation warranted."Take your time," the prosecutor said, recorder running. "Start wherever makes sense to you."So I did. All of it, finally, with nothing left to protect.The accounts. The routing numbers I'd memorized out of necessity years ago. The names of men who'd delivered Rousset's messages over the years, the properties, the dates, every piece I'd quietly gathered in a storage unit while pretending to be nothing more than a frightened, pregnant wife."You kept all of this," the prosecutor said, flipping through a printed copy of my own records, "for five years, without ever using it.""I was waiting for a moment I could survive using it." I folded my hands on the table, steady now in a way I hadn't expected to feel going into this. "That moment







