MasukPOV: Yessica | EdinburghDr. Sarah Chen opened with the question directly."Last week you said you were angry at Lewis for the Tokyo situation. I want to understand the shape of it. What specifically are you angry about?"Yessica had spent the week thinking about how to answer that. She was not someone who processed emotion by feeling it first. She processed by dissecting."Three layers," she said. "The first is the act itself. He made a choice in Tokyo. That is his. The second is that I found out after the marriage. I had already committed to a life with him before I had the full information. I stayed, but the choice to stay was made under conditions I did not fully understand." She paused. "The third is the hardest one. Ethan exists because of that night. And I have come to care about Ethan. Genuinely. Which means the thing I am angry about also produced a child I do not want to be angry at."Dr. Chen did not write anything. Just listened."All three of those things live in the same
POV: Yessica | EdinburghDavid picked up on the second ring.She told him everything before he could ask. The Marcus counter-claim. The fabricated communication. The timeline. The fact that it was about to be filed and would likely be leaked before Eleanor could contain it.David was quiet for four seconds."Is there any basis for it?" he asked."A cold outreach email from Sienna's firm eighteen months ago. Advisory services. Standard unsolicited contact. I never responded.""And that is what they are calling a consulting relationship.""That is what they are calling initiated contact."She could hear him processing it. David Ng had been Bellamy Holdings' board chair for six years. He had managed crises before. She trusted his instinct on timing."We issue a statement today," he said. "Before Marcus files. Before any journalist calls us for comment. We get ahead of it." A pause. "Send me the email. The original one Sienna sent you. I want the timestamp."She pulled it up. Forwarded it
POV: Lewis | EdinburghHe asked the question again."What did you do?"Harrison stepped inside. Lewis closed the door.Yessica was at the top of the stairs. She came down slowly and sat at the kitchen table. She did not ask to be included. She just placed herself in the room, which was what she did when something mattered.Harrison sat down. He kept his coat on."2009," he said. "Before you took over. Sterling Industries was being evaluated for a government infrastructure contract. Significant value. I was on the panel advisory committee."Lewis waited."I also held a personal financial interest in one of the subcontractors bidding for the work," Harrison said. "A private equity position. Small, but direct. I did not disclose it to the other committee members. The subcontractor was awarded a portion of the contract." He looked at the table. "I divested the position within six months. The contract work was delivered without incident. Nothing illegal under the letter of the law at the t
POV: Yessica | EdinburghShe woke up knowing what day it was.Lewis was already in the kitchen when she came down. He did not say anything about it. She did not either. He made coffee, she fed Rose, Claire ate breakfast and talked about a project at school that required colored paper, and the morning moved through its sequence the way it always did.Both of them knew.Neither of them said it.***The session with Dr. Chen was at eleven.They sat in the two chairs and Dr. Chen looked at them and then said, without preamble: "It has been two weeks. Yessica, have you made a decision?""Yes," Yessica said.Lewis did not look at her. She noticed that — he was holding himself very still, not influencing the moment."I am staying," she said. "Not because everything is resolved. Not because I am certain. Because I am certain that I want to try from a real position instead of a performed one." She kept her voice even. "Two weeks ago I was managing. I was handling the house, the children, the l
POV: Lewis | EdinburghThe study had a couch that was not designed for sleeping and a window that let in light at five-thirty.He knew both of these things by the third morning.He also knew that Yessica made coffee at seven, that she checked on the girls before she came downstairs, and that she had started leaving a cup on the kitchen counter without comment. Not for him. Just — on the counter. Accessible.He drank it. They did not discuss it.***The household functioned.That was what surprised him most. He had expected fracture — tension visible enough that Claire would notice, Rose would feel it, the mornings would have edges. Instead it was — ordinary.They moved through the house around each other with the specific competence of two people who had learned each other's rhythms. He handled the morning school run.She handled Rose's nine o'clock feed. They overlapped in the kitchen occasionally and spoke about practical things — the grocery order, Claire's reading folder, the conf
POV: Lewis | EdinburghShe asked if he still wanted to be here.He said yes without hesitating, because it was true.She looked at him. "Then tell me what you do in the study at two in the morning."He did not answer immediately."Lewis.""I go there when I am scared," he said. "When I feel like I am failing and I cannot figure out how to stop failing. When everything is too heavy and I do not know how to bring it to you because you are already carrying so much and I do not want to add to it."She looked at him for a long moment."That is the problem," she said. "You are protecting me from your fear. And I am sitting alone in this bed thinking I am the only one who is scared."He understood what she was telling him. That his management of his own fear had made her feel alone in hers."I did not know that is how it landed," he said."I know you did not know." Her voice was even. "That is the problem."They were both quiet.Then she sat up straighter. "I need to ask you for something. I







