LOGINTeresa sat in Natalie's office the morning after the phone call, still wearing the clothes she had slept in. She had not changed out of them, she had barely slept. The only thing she had done was drive here, because Natalie had said the words your own history and Teresa had spent the entire night trying not to imagine what that meant.Natalie had the new submission spread across her desk. She did not soften it. "Before I show you this," Natalie said, "I need you to understand something. Asher is not arguing that you are unfit because of Lucas anymore. He is arguing that you are unfit because of your past. And this time, he has documents."Teresa's hands were folded in her lap. She kept them still.Natalie slid the first page across the desk. Teresa looked down at it, and the room tilted.She recognized it immediately. A police report from the third year of her marriage. The night Asher had put his hand through the wall beside her head. She had called the police because she had been te
Lucas sat in his apartment, staring at the message from Victor. The words had not changed since he first read them, but their weight had settled deeper into his chest with every passing hour."If you insist on choosing Teresa, I will make sure Asher understands exactly how to use that choice against her."He had not told Teresa. He knew she would blame herself. She would see his choice as the reason for whatever came next, and she would try to protect him from it the way she tried to protect everyone. He could not let her carry that.Instead, he tried to think through what Victor could realistically do. His father had influence. He had money. He had people who owed him favors and he also knew Asher had his own motives. Until now, the two men had been operating separately, even when their actions benefited each other. They did not trust each other. They did not work together and that was about to change.✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦Asher received the message. "We need to talk. Privately. T
Lucas returned to the family estate after Victor's call. He knew the conversation would not be pleasant, but he refused to arrive looking defensive. He parked in the usual spot and walked through the front entrance with his shoulders straight and his expression neutral.Victor was waiting in his office. The room was exactly as Lucas remembered it, dark wood and floor-to-ceiling windows, the city spread out below like something Victor owned rather than something he merely lived above.There was no shouting or any dramatic confrontation. Victor sat behind his desk, calm and composed, his hands folded in front of him."You've rejected Isabella," Victor said."Yes, dad."Victor nodded slowly, as though he had expected that answer but had hoped to be proven wrong. "The Whitfields are not merely a family we are trying to impress. Their partnership could affect the company's expansion. It could affect your future position within the business."Lucas kept his voice even. "Business partnerships
Teresa did not answer Lucas's message immediately. She read it several times during the drive home, her thumb hovering over the screen without typing a reply. Then she locked her phone and set it face down on her lap. Natalie noticed her mood but did not ask. She understood that Teresa needed time to process what had just happened.When Teresa got home, the apartment was quiet. Emma was asleep, her small body curled around her stuffed rabbit. Mrs. Lim stood in the kitchen doorway, a dish towel in her hands."She asked about Lucas earlier," Mrs. Lim said quietly. "Wanted to know why he hasn't showed up at all. I told her things were complicated right now."Teresa's chest tightened. "What did she say?""She said she understood." Mrs. Lim paused. "But she looked sad."Teresa nodded and thanked her. Mrs. Lim left for the night, and Teresa stood in Emma's doorway for several moments, watching her daughter sleep. The quiet gave Lucas's words even more weight.She had spent months trying to
The room remained quiet after Lucas finished speaking. Teresa stood frozen, her eyes fixed on him. She couldn't decide what she was feeling. Embarrassment, because every woman at that table was now staring at her like she was a puzzle they hadn't known they were solving. Gratitude, because no one had ever defended her like that. Anger, because she hadn't asked him to. And underneath all of it, something much more dangerous that she refused to name.Lucas seemed to realize how exposed the moment had become. His shoulders were tense, his hands loose at his sides. He had stepped into something public and unplanned, and Teresa could see that he knew it. Every other time, he would have retreated. He would have given her space, pulled back, let silence do the work.He didn't move. One of the women, the same one who had made the comments, tried to change the subject. She laughed lightly and started to say something about the weather, something to fill the silence.Lucas calmly stopped her. "
Teresa sat in the passenger seat of Natalie's car, watching the city lights blur past the window. The evening had started with laughter and old stories, but the weight of the week had settled back onto her shoulders the moment they stepped into the restaurant. She had tried to push it away, to be the woman she used to be, but the effort had drained her more than she expected.Natalie glanced over at her. "You look like you're already planning your escape.""I'm not planning anything. I'm just tired.""You're always tired." Natalie's voice softened. "That's exactly why I brought you out. You don't have to have fun. You just have to leave the house and forget about the whole custody exchange saga that is becoming too repetitive." Teresa laughed despite herself. "That's a very low bar.""It's a bar you've been missing for weeks."The restaurant was stylish and warm, filled with the comfortable hum of conversation. Natalie had invited a small group of women Teresa knew from before her mar







