LOGIN“Completely closed. Say that again, slowly, so I actually believe it.”I sat across from Ashford’s desk the following morning, Xavier beside me, disbelief and quiet relief tangling together as I processed the news properly.“The civil case against the remaining Meridian Holdings associates settled yesterday afternoon,” Ashford confirmed, sliding a final document across the desk. “Full restitution has been secured for the fraudulent claim against your inheritance, with additional damages awarded given the scope of the conspiracy involved.”I flipped through the pages slowly, legal language finally translating into something that felt real, tangible, complete.“There’s nothing left,” I said slowly. “No more threads, no more associates to track down, no more pieces of this conspiracy still operating somewhere I haven’t found yet.”“Nothing that I’m aware of,” Ashford confirmed. “Irish Devonte remains in prison, serving her sentence. Jeremy has fully cooperated and rebuilt his life honest
“I need your honest opinion. Ivory or blush?”Victoria held up two fabric swatches at my kitchen table, Sofia beside her scrolling through a tablet full of venue photographs, both of them deep in the particular chaos of early wedding planning I remembered fondly from my own experience.“Ivory,” I said, without hesitation. “It’ll photograph better against the garden venue you mentioned.”“That’s exactly what I said,” Sofia added, not looking up from the tablet. “She just wanted a third opinion to feel better about overruling me.”Victoria swatted at her fiancée’s arm, laughing. “I wanted validation, not an accusation.”I smiled, watching them bicker with the easy affection of two people who’d built something genuinely solid together, a far cry from the frightened, guilt-ridden women who’d first found their way into each other’s lives.“How’s the venue search going?” I asked, resting a hand against my slowly growing stomach, fourteen weeks now and finally beginning to show properly.“We
“Twelve weeks. We made it to the safe zone.”Xavier squeezed my hand in the waiting room, both of us grinning at each other with the particular relief that came with crossing into second trimester territory, the miscarriage risk finally dropping to something considerably less frightening.“I feel like I can actually breathe now,” I admitted, resting my free hand against the small, barely-there curve of my stomach. “The first few weeks, I kept bracing for something to go wrong.”“I noticed,” Xavier said gently. “I think we both did, honestly. Old habits taking longer to unlearn than either of us expected.”“Do you think that ever fully goes away?” I asked. “The bracing. The waiting for something to fall apart.”“I don’t know,” Xavier admitted. “I think maybe it fades slowly, the more good things we actually get to keep. I notice myself doing it less than I used to, at least.”“Me too,” I said, leaning into him slightly. “Some days I almost forget to expect the worst entirely.”The nurs
“Brittany? Are you certain?”I sat frozen at my desk, phone pressed to my ear, disbelief tangling with old, complicated hurt at hearing her name surface again after months of silence.“The email account traces back to her directly,” Ashford confirmed. “Registered under a variation of her name, created only three days ago. I don’t believe this was carefully hidden. I think whoever sent it wanted to be found eventually.”“That doesn’t make sense,” I said slowly. “She testified against Jeremy and his mother. She left the country to start over. Why would she suddenly try to sabotage my business, months later, completely unconnected to anything from that trial?”“I don’t have an answer yet,” Ashford admitted. “I’d recommend reaching out directly, rather than assuming motive without actually understanding what’s happening.”I sat with that suggestion a long moment, old wariness warring with the same stubborn curiosity that had carried me through every difficult conversation this past year.
“Thank you for coming in so early.”Robert Hendricks sat across the conference table, his expression unreadable, two other executives from his company flanking him on either side. I kept my posture steady, professional, despite the unease still coiled tight in my stomach from Marcus’s cryptic message the night before.“Of course,” I said, folding my hands calmly on the table. “Marcus mentioned this was urgent. What can I help you with?”Robert exchanged a glance with his colleagues before speaking. “We received an anonymous complaint yesterday. Allegations about your company’s business practices, specifically regarding how you acquired several recent clients.”My stomach tightened, old wariness stirring despite how far removed this felt from anything I’d actually done wrong. “What kind of allegations?”“That you deliberately targeted clients from a struggling competitor, using insider information to undercut their pricing unfairly.” Robert’s voice remained carefully neutral, though I
“I don’t know how to answer her.”Xavier sat across from me at the kitchen table, his mother’s text still glowing on his phone screen, something conflicted crossing his expression.“What are you actually feeling?” I asked gently, reaching across to take his hand.“Guilty, mostly.” He exhaled slowly. “She’s tried so hard this past year, ever since everything with my father finally came out. She’s been patient, understanding, never once pushing for more closeness than I’ve been ready to give. I don’t know why I still hesitate every time she asks for something like this.”“Maybe because it’s easier to keep her at a manageable distance,” I offered carefully. “Easier than actually risking real vulnerability with someone who hurt you, even unintentionally, for so many years.”Xavier considered that, something in his expression softening with recognition. “That sounds exactly right, honestly. I’ve spent thirty years protecting myself from getting close enough to be disappointed by her again.







