LOGIN"Ten centimeters," Dr. Martinez announced, her voice cutting through the haze of exhaustion in the room like a beacon. "It's time, Aria. On the next contraction, I need you to push."I stood by the head of the bed, gripping Aria's hand. My other hand rested behind her neck, ready to support her.She looked up at me. Her face was flushed, streaked with sweat and tears. Her hair was plastered to her forehead. She looked wrecked. She looked terrified.And she looked like the most powerful thing I had ever seen.I had negotiated deals that changed the landscape of the tech industry. I had stared down federal investigators. I had thought I knew what pressure looked like. I thought I knew what strength looked like.I was wrong.Strength was watching the woman you love turn herself inside out to bring life into the world. Strength was holding her hand while she screamed, a raw, guttural sound that tore through my chest."I can't," she whispered, her voice raspy. "Noah, I'm so tired.""I know
The hospital room had been quiet, a sanctuary of dim lights and rhythmic beeping that I had almost lulled myself into finding peaceful. Noah was sitting in the uncomfortable armchair next to the bed, holding a cup of ice chips, his head resting against the wall.Then, the rhythm changed.Beep... beep... beep...The steady, galloping sound of Emma's heartbeat on the monitor slowed. It didn't just slow; it dropped. The numbers on the screen, which had been hovering a steady 140, plummeted.A red light flashed on the console. A sharp, high-pitched alarm cut through the air like a knife."Noah?" I sat up, clutching the side of the bed. "What's that sound? What's happening?"Noah was on his feet instantly, the ice chips forgotten on the table. He looked at the monitor, his face draining of color. "I don't know. Nurse!"He didn't have to call. The door flew open before the word left his mouth.Two nurses rushed in. Their faces were tight, professional masks that did nothing to hide the urge
"My water just broke," Aria whispered.The words hit me harder than the verdict. Harder than the corporate espionage. Harder than anything I had faced in the last nine months.I froze for a millisecond—a single heartbeat where my brain processed the data. Fluid. Labor. Baby. Now.Then, the override kicked in."Okay," I said, my voice sounding surprisingly steady in the quiet penthouse. "Okay. Bag. Car. Doctor."I threw the covers off. I didn't bother with a suit. I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, my hands moving with a speed that felt disconnected from my body.Aria was sitting on the edge of the bed, frozen. She looked down at the puddle on the floor, then up at me. Her eyes were wide, dark pools of shock mixed with a terrifying excitement."Noah," she said, her voice trembling. "She's coming. Tonight.""She is," I said, grabbing the hospital bag from by the door—the one we had packed and repacked three times. "And we're ready."I walked over to her. I helped her stand, my hands gripp
The federal courthouse smelled of floor wax and old decisions. It was a smell I would associate forever with the dismantling of my family.I sat in the second row, my hands resting on the immense curve of my stomach. At thirty-eight weeks pregnant, sitting on a wooden bench was torture, but I wouldn't have been anywhere else.Noah sat beside me, his thigh pressing against mine, a solid anchor in a room that felt like it was tilting."All rise," the bailiff announced.Judge Hawthorne entered. He was an older man with a face carved from granite and eyes that had seen too many people throw their lives away for money or pride.He looked down at the defense table.Sienna stood up.She wasn't wearing the designer armor she usually donned for battle. She wore a simple navy dress and flats. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. Without the makeup, without the diamonds, without the sneer... she looked exactly like me.She looked terrified."Ms. Stone," Judge Hawthorne said, his voice boo
The conference room at the District Attorney’s office was becoming a second home I never wanted.Instead of code and architectural renderings, the table was covered in the autopsy of a betrayal. Digital forensics reports, bank statements from the Cayman Islands, and witness testimonies from the fired Vertex employees."It's airtight," the lead prosecutor said, tapping a stack of papers. "We have the chain of custody on the data. We have the wire transfers. We have the confession from your junior developer, Lim."I sat next to Marcus. He looked tired, but the devastation that had haunted him for weeks had hardened into a grim resolve."And Sienna?" Marcus asked."Her guilt is indisputable," the prosecutor stated. "She facilitated the transfer. She accepted the payment. Under federal law, she's looking at five to ten years for corporate espionage and wire fraud."I looked at Aria. She was sitting on my other side, her hand resting on her stomach. She flinched at the mention of prison ti
The conference room at the District Attorney's office was beige, windowless, and stifling. It was the complete opposite of the sleek glass walls of NeXus or the polished wood of the civil law firm we had been in days ago."We need to go back," Assistant District Attorney Miller said, tapping her pen against a yellow legal pad. "Further back than the masquerade. Further back than the data theft."I shifted in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position for my eight-month-pregnant body. My back ached constantly now, a dull thrum of discomfort that matched the anxiety in my chest."How far back?" I asked."Childhood," Miller said. "To prove malice—to prove that this wasn't just a crime of opportunity or financial desperation, but a calculated attempt to destroy you—we need to establish a pattern of behavior."I looked at Noah. He was sitting next to me, his hand resting on the back of my chair. He looked ready to fight the entire justice system if I gave the word."Do I have to?" I w







