LOGINSusan's Point of ViewBefore the situation escalated, Gerald acted rashly. Too quickly, as if he were afraid of losing control.Before Alexander could fully grasp the gravity of his accusation, Gerald abruptly raised his hand."One more word from you, Alexander," he said coldly, "and I'll change my mind and support the divorce."A stunned silence fell over the room.I was speechless.Gerald turned slightly, his gaze hardening. "And you know perfectly well what that would mean for you."Alexander stiffened.His jaw tightened, the veins in his neck bulged, but he said nothing. Not a word.Since the beginning of the meeting, this was the first time he seemed... restrained.Gerald exhaled slowly, then turned his attention back to himself. "How dare you speak to your brother like that?" "He demanded. "Give me the complaint."Alexander hesitated."Now," Gerald snapped.Reluctantly, Alexander bent down, opened his briefcase, and took out the file. I recognized it instantly.The papers I had
Susan's Point of ViewRichard was about to speak when George abruptly interrupted him.His voice, full of authority and anger, echoed through the room. "You should watch what you say," he snapped at the reporter. "Otherwise, you'll pay the price for daring to call the Walker family corrupt to their faces."A deathly silence fell over the room.The reporter's face fell. She stepped back slightly, clutching her recorder as if to protect herself.Before anyone could react, Richard raised his hand."Calm down," he said firmly, turning to Gerald. "She was just doing her job."All eyes turned to him."This question," Richard continued confidently, "is based on public perception. It wasn't an attack. It was curiosity." “A detail in his tone made George reluctantly step back.Then Richard turned back to the reporter.“I will always stand up for justice,” he declared. “And for what is right. Until I am found guilty of an illegal act, no one will have the right to question my integrity or my
Susan's Point of ViewOne of the reporters stood up."Mr. Walker," a woman said confidently, microphone raised, "before we continue, may we ask about Richard Morrison's presence here with us today?"My heart skipped a beat.I didn't turn around, but I felt it, I felt Richard's name reverberate through the hall like an electric current.Another reporter immediately chimed in. "Richard Morrison is widely considered the most influential lawyer of his generation. Some even say he's the most brilliant legal mind of this decade.""Yes," another voice chimed in. "He built that reputation without the Walker name. Without endorsements. As Morrison."I swallowed hard.Gerald didn't interrupt them. He let them speak. Let the weight of Richard's accomplishments fill the room. “He’s represented billionaires, politicians, multinationals,” a reporter added. “He’s won cases considered impossible.”“And now he’s here,” another said, his gaze piercing. “At a Walker family gathering. Many are wondering
Susan's POV"What?" I whispered.My mind raced, trying to comprehend the accusation.I turned fully toward her, my heart pounding. "Is... is that what Richard thinks?"Vanessa's expression remained impassive. "I can't read Richard's mind," she said evenly. "I don't know what he's thinking."Then her gaze sharpened. "But that's what I think. And I want an answer."A searing pain pierced my chest. "I'm not unfaithful," I said, my voice trembling despite my efforts to control it. "And I'm not a liar."Vanessa's lips tightened. "That's interesting to say," she replied softly. “Knowing that you cheated on your husband. And that you lied to the man you cheated on her with.”The truth hit me hard.I took a deep breath. “Alexander didn’t send me,” I said firmly. “He didn’t plan anything. I was trying to escape him. I was desperate. I wasn’t thinking.”My hands tightened on my knees. “I didn’t even know Richard was a lawyer when I met him. I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t know he was… conne
Susan's POVI expected him to move.To step back from the front, to come toward me, to lean in close enough to whisper, "I'm here," or "I won't let them hurt you." Anything. Even a look that said, "Hold on."But Richard didn't move. He kept staring at me.The distance between us seemed deliberate, heavy with everything that wasn't said.His eyes were fixed on mine as if he were trying to communicate without words, as if words failed him if he tried.My chest tightened. I couldn't take it anymore.I leaned forward in my seat, my fingers gripping the fabric of my dress, ready to stand up, to go to him myself…And then I felt a gaze on me. Heavy. Possessive. Familiar. I froze.Slowly, I turned my head. And it was Alexander.He was watching me from across the hall, his expression unreadable, his gaze flickering between Richard and me as if he were connecting invisible dots.I swallowed hard.Richard still hadn't noticed. All his attention was fixed on me, his jaw clenched, his body stiff
Susan's POVI turned to the door, forcing a smile to open it.But when it opened, it wasn't Richard.It was one of the maids.My smile froze.Her eyes were red and swollen. Her cheeks were puffy, as if she had been crying, or worse.She looked like she'd been hit.My heart sank. "What happened?" I asked softly, fear in my voice.She swallowed, her lower lip trembling. "I'm sorry, ma'am," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I really am."My chest tightened. "Sorry about what?""I couldn't reach Mr. Richard," she whispered. "I tried." “I promise you.”The hope I clung to crumbled.“Why?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.She looked down. “Mr. Alexander stopped me. He didn’t want me to go near him.”Of course. Of course, it had to be him.My fingers clenched into fists. A sharp, burning anger surged through my chest, but it was quickly followed by guilt.“I’m so sorry,” I said immediately. “I shouldn’t have put you in this situation. I didn’t mean to…”“It’s nothin
Susan's POV"I thought..." the driver began. "I thought she was fighting for you?"I didn't answer. I couldn't even breathe. I just watched Alex kiss her as if she were the only thing he wanted in the world."Please... tell me it's not true." My voice broke, reduced to a whisper.Rebecca slowly mov
Susan's POV"Sussy?" Rebecca, my friend, called to me from a distance as I hailed a taxi outside a hospital.Oh crap! "Don't come any closer, please," I muttered through gritted teeth, adjusting my scarf to hide the swelling around my right eye.I had just finished a doctor's appointment for an inj
Susan's POVThe first thing I felt was a sensation of warmth, then I stretched, expecting to feel the familiar rough sheets of my bed.But when my fingers brushed against satin, my eyes snapped open.This wasn't my apartment.The ceiling above me was high, painted white with gold accents. Then the
Susan's POVI pretended not to hear them. It didn't matter; there was no point in turning back now. "I'd like to report a case," I said, biting the inside of my cheeks, hoping it wouldn't escalate."What kind of case?" The officer with the potbelly that was practically distorting his shirt cut me o







