LOGIN“Well…. ‘Mr and Mrs Cross’, Adrian said with plain sarcasm. "I've obtained a court order authorizing a search of these premises."Xavier took the document without stepping aside. "On what grounds, young man?""To determine whether this marriage exists in fact or only on paper." Adrian nodded toward the officers. "If you'll excuse us."He moved forward. Xavier didn't budge."You really think you're going to find something?" he asked.Adrian met his eyes. "I didn't come here to think. I came to verify.The officer nearest the door cleared his throat."Sir, we're authorised to execute the order."Xavier glanced at the warrant one last time, then stepped aside. The officers entered the apartment.Adrian's "investigation" lasted all of ten minutes. Two officers he'd apparently convinced to accompany him on some flimsy pretext walked through the penthouse's guest wing, noted the single occupied bedroom with Ivy's belongings clearly settled into it, and left looking faintly embarrassed to ha
They ended up on the terrace, the city spread out below them, a blanket Xavier had grabbed from somewhere draped over both their laps against the cold. Neither of them had said much since dinner, comfortable in a subtle silence."I think I'm ready to talk about Boston now," Ivy said, breaking the silence.Xavier turned to face her fully, setting his glass down on the railing. "You don't owe me this tonight.""I know. I want to anyway." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "After the engagement to you broke, I went to Boston to decompress. Officially, I was staying with my cousin, figuring myself out, giving everyone time to move past the scandal quietly. What actually happened is… I fell apart completely. The kind that scares the people around you."She continued before she could second-guess herself."I had a minor surgery that spring, nothing serious, and they sent me home with painkillers. I don't know exactly when it stopped being about the pain and started being abo
An emergency hearing was scheduled for nine the next morning, in a small courtroom with everything already in place.Ivy sat beside Xavier, Denise on her other side, Adrian and his lawyer directly across the aisle. There wasn't a trace of embarrassment on his face, despite the headlines still carrying his name."Your Honor," Adrian's lawyer began, "the share transfer executed by Mrs. Vance to Mr. Cross occurred during active divorce proceedings, without notarized third-party consent as required under the original Sinclair-Vance marriage settlement. We're asking the court to freeze the transfer pending further review. “There's no dispute they signed a marriage certificate, Your Honor," the lawyer continued, "but the circumstances raise questions about whether this is a legitimate union or a transactional arrangement designed to circumvent the settlement's consent requirements."Denise stood. "Timing alone isn't evidence of anything, Your Honor, except that Mrs. Vance moved quickly to
Ivy lifted the top envelope, turning it over in her hands, feeling the weight of paper that had sat untouched for years. "You don't get to ask me to look away from this, please. Not after everything else you've asked me to trust you with."Xavier stayed where he was, giving no sign he intended to stop her. "Okay... okay... read them if you're going to read them," he said finally. "I won't stop you."She pulled out one of the stools by the kitchen island and sat down, the bundle of letters resting in her lap. With careful fingers, she untied the faded ribbon. The first envelope was dated less than a week after their engagement ended. The handwriting was slightly uneven, as the writer had written in a hurry and panic. To Ivy:“I don't understand what happened. My father won't explain it, and yours won't take my calls. I need you to know I didn't do anything to cause this. Please call me the second you can. I'm not giving up on us.”She lowered the letter slowly. She'd heard pieces of
Adrian watched the clip for the fourth time, phone gripped tight enough that his knuckles had gone pale.‘Leave her out of it.’Xavier's voice, calm and merciless, looping over and over on every business channel by midafternoon, the ‘potentially serious financial implications’ line repeated in every single cut. He'd wanted the story to be about Ivy. Instead his own name sat under headlines he hadn't authorized and couldn't control.‘Vance Faces Scrutiny Over Undisclosed Accounts, Rival Says…’‘Cross Holdings CEO Hints at Financial Misconduct in Public Statement…’His phone rang before he could set it down. It was Halloran."Tell me you didn't know this was coming," Halloran said, without a “good day.”"I didn't authorize anything about offshore accounts. That's fabricated, and you know it.”"It doesn't matter if it's fabricated, Adrian. It's out there now, sitting next to your name, and I've already had two board members call me this morning asking if they should be worried." Halloran
Denise called before Ivy had even finished her coffee."The clause is dead," she said, without preamble. "I had our team pull the original 2016 settlement records overnight. That debt was paid in full eight years ago. Adrian's lawyers either missed the filing, or they knew and hoped we wouldn't find it in time to matter."Ivy sat back against the headboard, relief moving through her chest before she'd even fully processed it. Xavier sat across from her at the small table by the window, working through his own breakfast, half listening to her side of the call."So the shares are clean?" Ivy asked "Completely clean. I'll have confirmation sent to Xavier's legal team this morning, and we'll get it on record so he can't try this again." Denise's voice carried the satisfaction of a lawyer who'd caught someone bluffing and enjoyed proving it. "He was betting you wouldn't check. Most people in a divorce this messy don't have the energy to.""Thank you, Denise. Genuinely.""Don't thank me ye







