ログインCLAIRE"He's not," I said. "Who are you?""I'm Isabelle Laurent," she said. "I'm a business associate of Julian's, we had a meeting scheduled but he didn't show, I thought I'd check if everything was alright."I opened the door partway, keeping the chain lock on. "Julian's out of town," I explained. "He left this morning for Singapore."Isabelle's perfectly shaped eyebrows rose slightly. "Singapore?" she repeated. "He didn't mention that when we spoke last week.""It came up suddenly," I said.Isabelle's eyes traveled over me, assessing in a way that made me feel suddenly underdressed in my casual clothes."You must be Claire," she said, her tone pleasant but somehow cool. "Julian's mentioned you.""Has he?" I asked, surprised."Once or twice," Isabelle replied with a slight smile. "In the c
CLAIREMonday morning arrived too quickly. I woke up early, knowing Julian's flight was at noon, and found him already in the kitchen making coffee."Morning," he said, glancing up. "I made extra.""Thanks," I replied, pouring myself a cup.We moved around each other in familiar silence, but it felt different today, heavier somehow. Julian's suitcase sat by the door, packed and ready, a reminder that he'd be gone in a few hours."What time do you need to leave for the airport?" I asked."Ten thirty," Julian replied, checking his watch. "The car's coming at ten."Less than two hours. I sipped my coffee, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest. "Do you have everything you need?" I asked. "Chargers, documents, all that?""Yes," Julian said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I've done this before."
CLAIRETwo weeks passed in a blur of productivity, the settlement papers were signed, the lawsuit officially closed, and I threw myself into work with a focus I hadn't felt in months.The meeting with the SoHo boutique went better than expected, they wanted to carry my entire first collection and were already asking about the second. Orders continued climbing, five hundred, then six hundred, then seven hundred.Nina hired additional staff to keep up with production and I spent my days designing, planning, building.Life settled into a rhythm that felt almost normal, mornings with coffee and Julian discussing our respective work, afternoons at the production house or meeting with suppliers, evenings back at the penthouse where we'd cook dinner together and talk about everything except revenge.It felt comfortable, safe, like we'd been doing this for years instead of months.
CLAIREJulian's hand found mine on the counter. "He should have said that," he agreed. "But men like him don't know how to admit that kind of failure." He explained in a calm voice.I nodded, blinking back the tears threatening to form. "So what now?" I asked."Now you sign the settlement papers when they come," Julian said. "And then you move on with your life.""Just like that?" I asked."Just like that," Julian confirmed.I took a shaky breath. "Okay," I said. "Okay."My phone buzzed with a text from Nina.Nina: Saw your father's statement. How are you doing?I typed back quickly.Me: I'm okay. Ready to focus on work.Nina: Good. Because I have news. A boutique in SoHo wants to carry your line.I stared at the message, then showed i
CLAIREThe next few days passed in a strange blur, somewhere between slow and fast, like I was watching my life happen from a distance.The news cycle continued without me, reporters still called but I didn't answer, my lawyer handled everything while I tried to focus on what I could control. My business.Orders kept coming in steadily, not explosively but consistently, two hundred and thirty-seven became three hundred, then three fifty, then four hundred.Nina called every day with updates, shipments going out, customers leaving reviews, everything running smoothly.I threw myself into work, designing new pieces, planning the next collection, responding to customer messages personally. It was easier than thinking about my father or Ethan or any of them.Julian watched me carefully during those days, he didn't push me to talk but he was always there, making sure I ate, making sure I slept, making sure I didn't disappear too far into my own head.On the fourth day after the lawsuit wen
CLAIREThe production house felt like a sanctuary compared to the chaos outside. Nina greeted me at the door with a warm hug."How are you holding up?" she asked."I'm okay," I said, though I wasn't sure if it was true."The second production run is almost complete," she said, leading me inside. "Come see."We walked to the main studio where racks of clothing hung in neat rows. My designs, dozens of them, in different sizes and colors.I stopped and stared, my breath catching slightly. "They're beautiful," I whispered.Nina smiled. "They really are," she agreed. "Your vision came through perfectly."I walked over and ran my fingers over one of the blazers, the fabric smooth and substantial under my touch. "This is real," I said quietly."Very real," Nina confirmed. "And selling well, you have over two hundred orders now."I looked at her, surprised. "Two hundred?" I repeated."Two hundred and thirty-seven to be exact," she said. "And more coming in every hour.""Even with..." I hesita







