登入“You want to get married in three weeks?”Xavier stood in my kitchen, coffee in hand, staring at me like I’d suggested something wildly impractical rather than simply decisive.“Why wait longer than that?” I asked, sliding a stack of venue brochures across the counter toward him. “We’ve spent enough of our lives waiting for the right moment to actually live them. I don’t want to wait for perfect. I want us.”Something soft broke across his face, and he set his coffee down to pull me close. “Three weeks it is, then. Whatever you want, however you want it.”We spent the following days in a strange, wonderful blur, the kind of ordinary chaos I’d never once let myself imagine having. Cake tastings that ended in laughter instead of stress. Dress fittings where Victoria cried more than I did. Sofia and Jeremy debating seating charts with the seriousness of diplomats negotiating peace treaties.“You seem happy,” Victoria said one afternoon, helping me sort through flower arrangements at my k
“All rise. The Honorable Judge Harrington presiding.”The courtroom felt different than it had during the hearing weeks ago, fuller, heavier, reporters packed into the gallery alongside faces I recognized from every step of this impossible journey. I stood beside Xavier, Ashford at the prosecution’s table just ahead of us, and let myself feel, for the first time in longer than I could remember, something close to steady ground beneath my feet.Judge Harrington took her seat, sharp-eyed and composed as ever, and the courtroom settled into tense, expectant silence.“Before we begin,” she said, “I’ve been made aware of a motion filed early this morning regarding defense counsel. Mr. Chen, please approach the bench.”David Chen rose slowly from the defense table, his composure visibly cracking as he walked forward, and I watched Mrs. Devonte’s expression shift from confusion to dawning, furious understanding.The bench conference lasted only minutes, though it felt endless from where I sa
“A file with my name on it. From months before any of this started?”I stood frozen in my kitchen, phone pressed hard against my ear, Xavier watching my face with growing alarm.“Dated three months before you woke up in this life,” Jeremy confirmed, his voice tight with urgency. “Before the divorce, before the party, before any of it. Someone at this firm was already building a file on you, Kara, likely coordinating with David Chen’s network on his behalf before Mrs. Devonte’s arrest ever happened.”My mind raced, trying to fit this into what we already understood. “That’s the same network, then. Not something new. Just an earlier piece of the same conspiracy we’ve already been tracing.”“That’s my read too,” Jeremy said. “The senior partner here has been quietly consulting for David Chen for at least a year. This firm was likely a fallback plan, a place to keep resources and information flowing even after Mrs. Devonte’s arrest cut off her direct control.”Xavier exhaled slowly, some
“Who is it, Ashford? Say it now.”I sat in my apartment, phone pressed hard against my ear, Xavier beside me on the couch, both of us tense with the weight of everything still unresolved before tomorrow’s trial.“Jeremy’s new employer,” Ashford said, his voice careful. “The small firm he started working at after his mother’s arrest. One of the senior partners there received a transfer from the same account that paid David Chen, dated the same week Jeremy began his position.”My stomach dropped. “You think Jeremy’s job was arranged. Not earned.”“I think it’s worth investigating before we assume anything,” Ashford said. “It’s possible this is entirely coincidental. It’s also possible someone arranged Jeremy’s employment deliberately, perhaps to keep him close, perhaps to maintain some kind of leverage even now.”Xavier’s jaw tightened. “Or Jeremy knew about this all along, and everything he’s told us about choosing honesty has been another performance.”“I don’t believe that,” I said,
“Why would I agree to see her again?”I stood in Ashford’s office, exhaustion and old wariness tangling together in my chest, Xavier close beside me.“You don’t have to,” Ashford said carefully. “I want to be clear about that. But her attorney indicated she has something specific she wants to say before the trial, something she claims will matter to the outcome.”“After everything she’s already tried?” Xavier’s jaw tightened. “The witness, the timeline manipulation, every single manipulation stacked on top of the last?”“I know how it looks,” Ashford said. “I’m not advising you to trust her. I’m simply relaying the request, because ultimately this decision belongs to you, Kara.”I thought about it a long moment, old exhaustion warring with the same stubborn curiosity that had carried me through every single revelation these past weeks.“I’ll see her,” I said finally. “One more time. Then this is over, whatever she says.”Xavier’s hand found mine, steady despite his obvious reluctance.
“Who is she?”I sat across from Ashford’s desk, the witness list spread between us, a single unfamiliar name circled in red ink. Xavier stood behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder.“Her name is Renata Alvarez.” Ashford’s expression stayed carefully neutral. “According to the defense’s filing, she worked as a private nurse for Mrs. Devonte’s household staff during the period you were being poisoned.”My stomach turned cold. “I never met a nurse. I never saw anyone matching that description in that house.”“That’s precisely what concerns me,” Ashford said. “If she genuinely worked there during that time, she may have information we haven’t accounted for. If she didn’t, this could be an entirely fabricated witness, someone paid to muddy the timeline at the last possible moment.”“What is she claiming, exactly?” Xavier asked.Ashford consulted his notes. “The filing states she’ll testify that she personally observed you self-administering substances during your marriage, suggesting t







