로그인The morning started ordinarily enough, coffee and quiet, Liam more present than he'd been in weeks since our conversation in his office, something visibly repaired between us even if the larger crisis was still far from resolved. He'd made breakfast for the first time in almost a month, nothing elaborate, just eggs and toast, but the gesture itself felt significant after everything.Then Patricia called before either of us had finished our first cup."Turn on the news," she said, no greeting, straight to the point in a way that told me immediately something new had landed on top of everything else already sitting on our plates.Liam grabbed the remote, and within seconds a business anchor's voice filled the kitchen, calm and professional in that particular way that made bad news sound almost routine, almost forgettable."...a lawsuit filed late yesterday by former business partner Charles Renfrew, alleging breach of a prior partnership agreement dating back nearly six years. Renfrew's
The first missed dinner was easy to forgive. Liam texted an apology, something short and clipped about outside counsel needing another hour, and I told him not to worry about it, that I understood, that Meridian and the board and Sophie Marsh mattered more right now than a reservation at a restaurant we could visit any other night of the week.The second missed dinner came without a text at all. I sat at my own kitchen table with two plates and a candle I'd lit for no particular reason, watching the wax pool and harden while I waited for a message that never came. He walked in near midnight, apologized briefly, barely meeting my eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately, still in his shirt from that morning, his tie draped over the arm of the couch like something he'd forgotten he was wearing.By the end of the first week, it had stopped feeling like an exception and started feeling like a pattern, one I recognized from somewhere deep and old, though I told myself repeatedly it wasn't
Liam left before dawn, dressed formally instead of the usual quick suit he threw on for office days, and I recognized the difference immediately for what it was, a man preparing for a fight rather than a normal Tuesday morning."You could sit in on this one," I said, watching him fix his cufflinks in front of the mirror, his movements more deliberate than usual."Not this time," he said. "Emergency board sessions are closed. Even to me, technically, until they call me in to answer questions directly. I'll be waiting outside the room like everyone else, which is its own particular kind of unpleasant.""That sounds miserable.""It is," he admitted, finally meeting my eyes in the mirror. "I've spent years running that room. Today I get to sit in a hallway and wait for permission to speak in my own defense.""I'll be here," I said. "Whenever you're done.""I know," he said, something in his voice softening briefly before the mask of the morning settled back over him. "That actually helps
Patricia was already in Liam's office by the time we arrived, three laptops open across the conference table, her usual composure fighting to hold together over something clearly worse than a few unflattering headlines splashed across the business section."Close the door," she said, not looking up from the screen in front of her.Liam did, and I took the seat beside him, bracing myself for whatever came next, my coffee from that morning suddenly feeling like it belonged to a different, easier version of this same day."It's not just the articles," Patricia said, finally looking up at both of us. "That was bad enough on its own, genuinely bad, but I've got worse waiting for you now.""How much worse," Liam asked, his voice already careful in the way that meant he was preparing himself for something specific."The Meridian negotiation," Patricia said. "The one you've been working for months now, the acquisition terms that were supposed to stay locked down until the signing next week, n
I woke slowly, sunlight cutting through the gap in the curtains, the warmth of the previous night still sitting somewhere in my chest before I'd even fully opened my eyes, before reality had a chance to catch up with me.Liam was already awake beside me, propped on one elbow, watching me with an expression I hadn't seen on him before, something unguarded and quiet, like he was still absorbing what had happened on that balcony as much as I was, turning it over carefully in his mind the way he turned over everything that mattered."Good morning," he said."Is it still true," I asked, my voice rough with sleep, "or did I dream the whole thing?""Which part," Liam asked, smiling in a way I rarely saw from him this early, soft around the edges. "The part where I told you I loved you, or the part where Patricia interrupted us on a balcony to tell us Drew leaked the guest list to a reporter?""The first part. I'd like to keep believing that one happened, at least for a few more minutes befor
I didn't answer right away.Liam's words sat in the cold air between us, and instead of rushing to fill the silence, I let myself actually feel the size of them, the weight of everything that had led to this exact moment on this exact balcony.The guilt came first, an old, familiar shape I'd carried for so long it had almost started to feel like part of me. Daniel's ring still on my finger the first time Liam kissed me, both of us pretending afterward that it hadn't meant anything, that we could put it back where we found it. The year I spent convinced I didn't deserve to be happy about how we'd started, like happiness itself was something that had to be earned through suffering first.Then the drawer, cleared out without ceremony, Maria's quiet work done before I'd even asked for it.The small brass key, dropped into my palm on his way past the kitchen island like it weighed nothing at all, though it had turned out to weigh more than almost anything else he'd ever given me.Elena's v
“You need to see this,” she said, her voice breaking into laughter as she turned the screen toward me.I leaned forward slightly, squinting at the phone. “What now?”“Girl, they are dragging him,” she said, shaking her head, her tone somewhere between impressed and amused. “Look at this headline.
Deep down inside of me, I knew the quietness in this office wasn’t going to remain when Daniel arrived. I sat across from my lawyer, my hands resting on the arm of the chair like I needed something solid to keep me up. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second dragging, and I found myself
“Who is it?” My voice came out rough, because I had successfully finished a bottle of red wine on my own.The knock came again, this time loud and it seemed whoever it was had gotten impatient.I managed to drag myself up, my body resisting every movement as I stumbled toward the door, one hand lea
“Hello, Nina. It’s really nice to meet you.” Liam responded with a smile on his face.I could hear his voice echoing in my ears while my mind played back events from last night. It felt like my favourite memory had suddenly become a nightmare that I was living in.“What’s wrong, honey?” Daniel aske







