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DON'T BEG ME NOW, MR. ARMSTRONG 138
JoanThe first sign that something was wrong came when my receptionist called my office and sounded like she regretted every life choice that had led her to this moment.I looked up from the file I’d been reviewing.“Everything okay?”There was a pause.A long one.The kind that immediately put me on edge.“No.”I frowned.The answer was honest, at least.“What happened?”Another pause.Then:“Your ex-husband is here.”The words landed like a stone in my stomach.Not because I was surprised.Because I wasn’t.Not really.I’d been expecting some kind of reaction ever since the documents had started surfacing.Ever since the stories about his finances began making headlines.Ever since investors started backing away from him.Dean wasn’t the kind of man who sat quietly while his life burned around him.He needed someone to blame.And I happened to be convenient.I leaned back in my chair.For a moment, I stared at the ceiling.The old version of me would’ve panicked.The old version wou
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DeanBy the time I got home, I felt like I’d aged ten years.The drive back had been a blur of traffic lights, unanswered phone calls, and the increasingly uncomfortable realization that people were beginning to avoid me. Not the media. Not strangers online. People I’d known for years. Men who had once returned my calls before the first ring finished. Men who had begged for meetings and invitations and introductions.Now they were suddenly unavailable.Busy.Out of town.In meetings.Anything except willing to speak to me.The hearing being moved forward should have been the thing occupying my thoughts.Five days.Five goddamn days.That was all Joan had managed to gain.Five days.Objectively, it wasn’t much.Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew something I didn’t.Victor’s involvement only made the feeling worse.The old bastard had always been dangerous when he was quiet.And lately he’d been very quiet.I parked in the driveway and sat there for a moment with the engine
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The notification arrived at 9:17 in the morning.I remembered the exact time because it was the moment my day started going to hell.Not that it had been going particularly well before then.I sat at my desk reviewing yet another report about declining investor confidence when my attorney called.The second I saw his name on my phone, irritation immediately settled in my chest.Lately, every conversation with him involved a new problem.A new complication.A new fire that needed extinguishing.I answered anyway.“What now?”There was a brief pause.Never a good sign.“The court approved the motion.”My eyes remained on the report in front of me.“What motion?”“The hearing.”I frowned.Then looked up.“What about it?”Another pause.Longer this time.“The judge agreed to move it forward.”For several seconds, I said nothing.The words didn’t immediately register.Not because they were complicated.Because they were unexpected.“Forward?”“Yes.”“How far?”His answer came immediately.
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JoanThe courthouse looked exactly the same.I hated that.The same stone steps.The same glass doors.The same flags fluttering in the wind.The same people moving in and out as though lives weren’t being changed inside every single day.The same place where I’d lost Kai.I stood at the bottom of the steps for several seconds, staring up at the building.My stomach churned.My palms felt cold.My chest felt tight.And suddenly I was right back there.Standing outside the courtroom.Watching Dean walk away with my son.Watching Kai look back at me.Watching my entire world collapse.A warm hand touched the small of my back.Not pushing.Not steering.Just there.Grounding me.I looked sideways.Brandon stood beside me.Dark coat.Hands in his pockets.Expression calm.Steady.The same expression he’d worn every time I’d nearly fallen apart over the past few weeks.“You okay?”The question was quiet.Simple.I appreciated that he never asked if I was sure.Never asked if I wanted to le
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The first time I realized I might have underestimated Joan, I dismissed the thought immediately.The second time, I couldn’t.By the third, I was throwing a crystal paperweight across my office.The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room.Nobody spoke.Nobody moved.My executive assistant stood frozen near the door.My legal team sat around the conference table looking like they’d rather be anywhere else.Smart people.All of them.Smart enough to know when to keep their mouths shut.Especially around me.I stared at the television mounted on the wall.The news anchor continued speaking.Calm.Professional.Completely unaware that she was one sentence away from becoming personally responsible for my migraine.“…additional allegations regarding financial misconduct have surfaced this morning…”I muted the television.Immediately.Because if I heard the phrase financial misconduct one more time, I was going to break something else.The room fell silent.My jaw clenched.My pu
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For several seconds after Victor spoke, nobody moved.Nobody breathed.Nobody said a word.The room that had felt almost victorious only moments ago suddenly seemed much smaller.Much quieter.My heart was pounding hard enough that I could hear it.Dean just made his move.The sentence repeated itself inside my head.Again.And again.And again.“What move?”The question left my mouth before I could stop it.Victor looked toward me.Then Brandon.Then back to me.For a moment, I genuinely thought he wasn’t going to answer.The old man had an irritating habit of withholding information for dramatic effect.Unfortunately, this didn’t look like one of those moments.This looked worse.Finally, Victor exhaled.“He called a press conference.”I blinked.Then blinked again.“A what?”“A press conference.”For several seconds I simply stared at him.Waiting for the rest.When it didn’t come, I frowned.“That’s it?”Victor’s eyebrows rose.“That’s it?”“Victor, you made it sound like he decla
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~Four years, seven months later~“Again!” my little boy demanded, breathless and grinning.I smiled despite myself, spreading out my arms. “One last time.”I'd just spun him around as compensation for winning him at a game of chess, and I was breathless and tired, but saying no to my baby was almos
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My husband always had a thing for his secretaries. Some men liked older women, some men had no control of who they slept with, some liked them short, some tall, but my husband... my husband liked his secretaries. And he changed them like ragdolls whenever he was done with them. With the first two
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He was late. Again. My husband had reserved a seat for us at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city for my birthday. He had his secretary send me the reservation spot and everything I needed to know, and he said he’ll meet me here. But it had been an hour—I checked my watch again—sor
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The first time I destroyed Dean’s life, I almost didn’t do it.That realization annoyed me.Not because I regretted it.Because I’d spent so much of my marriage second-guessing myself that it had become instinct.Even now, with everything he’d done, there was still a small voice in the back of my m
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