LOGINMONIQUEI step out of the car too and walk around to Marcus’s side. He gives me a small smile as he closes the door behind me, but my mind is spinning.I don’t know how to put it into words. I don’t know why it feels like this. But Aunt Jane keeps asking me if I’m sure… keeps repeating it… keeps planting this seed like she wants me to doubt him, like she’s trying to pull me away from trusting Marcus.And the thing is....I already trust him. I trust his judgment. I trust his intentions. I trust him more than I have trusted anyone in a long time.I’m already in this. I’m already doing this. And now she’s messing with my head, right when I need clarity the most.I don’t need her doing that right now. Not now, not today, not when everything is about to change.We walked inside the building and towards the elevators. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, releasing a breeze of overly conditioned air and the faint scent of polished wood. I stepped out first, my pulse echoing faintl
MONIQUEWhen we get back inside, I quickly get changed, and I hurry downstairs to Marcus’s office to see if he’s phoned his friend, if they talked, and to see what’s going on.I knock, and when his voice calls me in, I push the door open. He’s still on the phone. He raises a hand, telling me two minutes, so I sit down and wait.“Okay, we are on our way,” he says before hanging up.Then he turns toward me.“So… what did he say?” I ask immediately.“Okay,” he begins, leaning back slightly. “He’s agreed to take you as a client. Even though he has a huge case going on right now, I called in a favour. He’s personally going to take care of your case. And since this is going to turn out to be a public case, it’s going to be the state against Ryan, so he’ll mostly be assisting the public prosecutor who ends up handling it. But...” He points a finger lightly for emphasis. “He told me he’s going to be with you every step of the way. He’ll guide you, advise you, everything you'll need. He’s got
MONIQUEI didn't even have to think about it,“Yes. Yes. And yes again. How many times do I have to tell you for you to understand?”“Well, it just surprises me that you didn’t talk to me about any of this. When I met you this morning, you told me you were just going in search of Marcus so you could know where to start. Suddenly, I see your father’s lawyer coming to the house, and then I hear that you’re getting a divorce. What is this really about? What is going on? I’m only trying to save you. I don’t want you to run into the arms of another Ryan. I want you to take your time. It doesn’t matter if you don’t divorce him today and you divorce him tomorrow, but I want you to do it with a clear head....not to go from one relationship to another.”It’s my turn to take a deep breath.“I know what you’re saying, Auntie. I’m listening. I hear you, and I’m doing exactly what you’re saying, I will take my time with everything... Except when it comes to the divorce. I can do all of that when I
MONIQUEI quickly walk back toward Marcus.“No, no, no, no, no, no. What are you saying? I want the divorce. I do NOT want to be married to Ryan. Please don’t think I’m doing this because it was your idea. I do not want to be married to that horrible disgusting man. Who would want to be married to him? Of course, I want to get divorced.”“Are you sure?” he asks softly. “Because your aunt kind of used some crazy big words.”“I guess she’s scared. And she cares about me.” I tell him the truth.“Okay,” he says finally. Although he doesn't look convinced.“I’m going to go upstairs and talk to her while you talk to your lawyer friend,” I say, hoping to ease his doubts.“Okay,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss me, soft, reassuring, grounding. A kiss I didn’t realise I needed.I walk out of Marcus’s office with a bright smile on my face, but the moment I start climbing the stairs to find my aunt, the smile fades, and the anger starts rising inside me.Because what the hell was Aunt Jane t
MONIQUEFor a moment, I just stand there, staring at the closed office door, as if it might swing back open and Mr Smith will walk in again and finish what we started. My mind is running—no, sprinting—trying to catch up with everything that just happened.I run a hand through my hair. I’m not sure what stings more: the disappointment I saw in his eyes, or the fact that he thinks I trust Marcus more than I trust him.And maybe… maybe he’s right.I let out a long breath. Everything feels tangled, twisted, upside down. I only wanted to read the damn paper before I signed anything. I only wanted to understand. After everything Ryan did to me, how am I supposed to just sign anything without looking? How is that unreasonable?But now it feels like I disappointed Mr Smith just by being careful. Great! Another person I’ve let down today.I take a step forward, ready to go after him, maybe to fix it, maybe to explain, but before I even reach the door, there’s a soft knock. My heart jumps. I qu
MONIQUEI nod slowly. “Okay.”Mr Smith leans back a little. “Alright. Now, if you’re completely sure, and if everything Marcus told me is right, then we can open a case against him before we deal with the divorce. We will open a case against Ryan for keeping you against your will, about his kidnapping your aunt, about his assaulting you, and about threatening you. We can take him to court for all of that.”“Would that help me with my divorce?” I ask immediately. “Because the last thing I want to do is get anywhere close to him and try to pretend I’m trying to work out our marriage.”“We will do so,” he answers, “we will file for your divorce, but I think first we should deal with all the criminal stuff. We should go to the police. You should file your case, let the police investigate the issue, and as they do, then we will file the divorce and use it as the reason....as the basis for divorce.”I breathe out. He continues:“And it will also help get us a quicker divorce process. Altho







