LOGINSix months later, Lucy and I moved south, and I returned to the architecture career I'd had before I got married. My first project back was a pediatric cardiac rehabilitation center, and when it opened, Lucy put on a red dress and did the ribbon-cutting for me. Her recovery had gone well. Most of the time she was just like any other child; only when she ran too fast did she have to stop and catch her breath.Diana still came to see her occasionally, but she always asked beforehand whether Lucy wanted a visit.Yves never appeared again. I heard he'd sold his house to repay the company's losses and started over from the bottom as a project consultant. There was no assistant arranging his schedule anymore, and no one bidding for his time. In the end, he had finally acquired an abundance of the very thing he'd once been so reluctant to give us: hours and hours of free time that nobody wanted.Yvette's studio was liquidated, and her account was permanently banned. She was held accountabl
Yvette eventually admitted to falsifying the medical opinion, deliberately manipulating the bidding system, and returned everything she'd improperly received.As part of the investigation, she turned over extensive chat logs. They documented exactly how Yves had leaked my account balance to her and given her permanent priority over every other bidder. It took only three pages of evidence to reduce his denials to silence.The first was an admin message he'd sent on the day of Lucy's Parents' Day:[She can bid $2,000 at most. Bid $6,000. She needs to learn that my time doesn't come free with the marriage.]The second was the transaction record from after Lucy's diagnosis. Yves had added $20,000 to Yvette's account, then told her to bid $15,000.The third was an admin instruction from the night before Lucy's surgery:[No matter how much Jenna Langford bids, Yvette Xavier wins.]When the judge asked whether he disputed any of the evidence, Yves sat at the defense table, his face ashen."N
Lucy was discharged before the divorce hearing.Her preschool held another Parents' Day to make up for the one she'd missed, but Yves wasn't there. This time, it wasn't because he'd chosen not to come. Lucy had told them she didn't want him there.So I was the one holding her hand when she walked into the classroom.For the day's activity, she drew two people on a sheet of paper: herself and me. When her teacher, Ms. Harper, asked why she hadn't drawn her father, Lucy gave the question serious thought before answering."Daddy used to cost money. He's too expensive now, so we're not buying him anymore."The room went quiet.I crouched beside her and wiped some paint from her fingers. "Lucy, Daddy isn't something you can buy.""Then why did he auction himself?"I had no answer for that.Neither, apparently, did Yves. He'd been listening from the other side of the glass, and although his eyes reddened, he respected Lucy's wishes and stayed outside. Before leaving, he gave Ms. Harper the p
The day the board voted, Yves was suspended from every position he held at Zeller Group, and the bidding system he'd created was shut down at the same time.Before taking it offline, Diana released the admin logs to everyone who'd had access to the system. For all Yves's talk about fairness, there had only ever been one rule that mattered, buried where no one else could see it:[Account: Yvette Xavier. Override all other bids without exception.]Yvette hadn't only displaced me. She'd overridden Diana, Caleb Mercer, and even several executives who'd placed substantial bids for meeting time with Yves. Caleb terminated their partnership on the spot, while several of the executives jointly demanded an audit.Yvette responded by taking the fight online. She claimed Yves's wife was persecuting her and insisted that every cent she'd received had been given to her willingly. Then she posted an audio recording of Yves saying, "Jenna won't leave. She'll make a fuss, then she'll come back like sh
The first thing Lucy asked for when she woke up was water. As I moistened her lips with a damp cotton swab, she looked past me toward the door."Didn't Daddy come?""He did.""Then why won't he come in?"I tucked the blanket more securely around her. "Because he wasn't a very good daddy before. If he wants another chance, he has to get back in line."Lucy thought about that for a moment. "Do we have to let him?""Why not?""I don't want him anymore."Something crashed outside the room.Yves stood on the other side of the observation window, the shattered pieces of a thermos scattered around his feet. It was the first time he'd ever heard his daughter say she didn't want him.He stayed outside her room for the next two days. Yvette called more than a dozen times, but he didn't answer once.On the third day, Lucy was moved to a regular room. Yves came in carrying a building set she loved."How about Daddy builds a castle with you?"Lucy didn't even look at him. "Do I have to bid for thi
Diana Zeller arrived at the hospital that night. She didn't ask about the shares first. Instead, she stood at the observation window for a long time, watching Lucy on the other side."Where's Yves?""With Yvette."Her expression hardened as she took out her phone. Yves answered almost immediately."Mom? What's wrong?""Your daughter is in surgery. Where are you?""Yvette couldn't breathe. I'll come over as soon as I get her settled.""Get your ass back here. Now."Diana hung up and turned to me. "Jenna, transfer the shares back to the family. I'll deal with Yves, but leaving him with nothing in the divorce isn't realistic."I slid the documents across the table. "I own twenty-seven percent of Zeller Group. Seven years ago, when the company ran into a cash crisis, my father put everything he had into saving it. Those shares belonged to the Langford family in the first place."I trusted Yves, so I never exercised my voting rights."I pulled up the bidding records, bank statements, and ho







