LOGINMarcus booked a marriage retreat in upstate New York without telling me the details. "Just pack for a week in the mountains. Comfortable clothes. That's all you need to know.""A week? I can't leave Nott Designs for a week.""Victoria already cleared your calendar. The company will survive. Trust her.""And Emma—""Will stay with Diane. Agent Park is personally overseeing security. Three guards at Diane's house, two following Emma everywhere. She'll be safer than the president."I wanted to argue. Wanted to find reasons why this was impossible. But Marcus gave me a look that said he wasn't taking no for an answer."One week, Beth. Just us. No phones except for emergencies. No business. No threats. Just you and me remembering why we fell in love in the first place."The retreat center was a converted estate in the Catskills. Rustic cabins scattered across wooded property. Hiking trails. A lake. Peace and quiet that felt almost aggressive in its intensity.Our cabin had no TV. No WiFi.
The next morning, I woke up with Emma's words still echoing in my mind. "Your revenge."I went through my routine on autopilot. Shower. Coffee. Check security reports. Review Nott Designs emails. The same pattern I'd followed for fifteen years.Marcus was already in his studio when I came downstairs. Through the doorway, I could see him reviewing photos. He didn't look up when I passed. When had that started? When had we stopped greeting each other in the mornings?I couldn't remember.At the office, Victoria briefed me on upcoming collections. Her presentation was polished and professional. But when she finished, she gathered her materials quickly."Do you need anything else?" she asked, already moving toward the door."No, that's fine."She left without the casual conversation we used to have. When had that stopped too?I looked around my office. Everything was perfect. Organized. Controlled. Successful.And completely joyless.My assistant brought lunch at one. "You have the design
The morning after our conversation about Jessica, I expected Emma to be anxious. Scared. Maybe having second thoughts about Parsons.Instead, I found her in the kitchen making breakfast, looking more determined than I'd ever seen her."Morning, Mom." She poured me coffee without being asked. "I've been thinking about what we talked about last night.""And?""And I want to be clear about something. I'm not a kid anymore. I know we're not completely safe. I've known for a while." She sat across from me at the table. "But I refuse to let fear control my life. If this Jessica person thinks she can manipulate me, she doesn't know me at all."The strength in her voice was startling. This wasn't bravado. This was genuine conviction."Emma, Jessica is dangerous. She's spent decades destroying people. You can't underestimate her.""I'm not underestimating her. I'm just refusing to be afraid of her." Emma stirred her coffee. "Think about it, Mom. She's been watching me for five years, right? Fi
The next morning, I called an emergency meeting with Marcus, Agent Park, and our lawyer. We gathered at Agent Park's house instead of ours. Even after five years, I didn't fully trust that our home wasn't somehow compromised."Walk me through everything we know about this scholarship," I said.Agent Park spread documents across her dining table. "The Excellence in Fashion Innovation Scholarship was established six months ago through a Cayman Islands trust called the Creative Futures Foundation. The trust was funded with two million dollars from a Swiss bank account held by a corporation registered in Liechtenstein.""Can we trace the corporation?""I tried. It's a shell within a shell within a shell. The ownership records lead to other corporations, which lead to more corporations. Classic Jessica Patterson structure. She's been using these exact methods for forty years."Our lawyer, a sharp woman named Patricia who specialized in corporate law, chimed in. "The scholarship itself is c
Five years passed.Five years of vigilance. Of watching over shoulders. Of vetting every new employee three times. Of security protocols that became second nature.But also five years of growth. Of building. Of living.Emma turned fifteen. High school sophomore. Honor roll student. Captain of the art club. Volunteer at the Phoenix Rising foundation on weekends, working with children of incarcerated parents.She'd grown tall and graceful. Her dark hair fell past her shoulders now. She still had my eyes but Brock's determined chin. Sometimes I looked at her and saw glimpses of the woman she was becoming. Strong. Compassionate. Remarkable.The trauma of her childhood hadn't disappeared. She still had occasional nightmares. Still flinched when angry men raised their voices. Still checked locks compulsively before bed.But Dr. Chen had been right. She could be happy. She could be whole. Different than she would have been, but whole nonetheless.Marcus and I celebrated our fifth wedding ann
"Everything," I repeated. Jessica's word hung in the air between us. "You want everything I've built.""Not want. Will have. I already own thirty-one percent of Nott Designs. In a few months, I'll have controlling interest. Then you'll work for me. Or watch me dismantle what you created piece by piece." Her voice was pleasant, conversational. "Unless you'd like to negotiate.""What kind of negotiation?""You step down as CEO. Sign over your shares to me. Walk away from Nott Designs completely. In exchange, I leave your family alone. Emma grows up safe. Marcus keeps his photography career. The Phoenix Rising foundation continues operating. Everyone you love stays protected.""And if I refuse?""Then I take the company anyway, but much less pleasantly. I destroy your reputation in the process. Expose every mistake you've made. Turn the industry against you. Make sure Emma grows up watching her mother's spectacular fall from grace." Jessica paused. "I'm patient, Bethany. I can make this







