LOGINThe garden goes completely silent.Allie stares at Liam.He just told Adam that the car was her idea — which is true, technically, she did mention it — but the way he said it, the specific weight he placed behind go thank your aunt, was not about gratitude. It was a message with teeth in it, aimed at Adam, wrapped in a sentence about a car.Adam says thank you in a voice that gives nothing away.And Liam looks at him with that composed, unhurried authority and says: "I don't think I've ever heard you call her aunt. Not once. Does Allie not count as family to you, Xiao Han?"Allie's jaw tightens.She understands now — completely, crystallinely — what Liam is doing.He's using her.He's using her to draw a line around Adam. To remind him of distance, hierarchy, boundary. And the worst part — the part that makes the anger surge up from somewhere below her sternum &m
She doesn't say a word through dinner.Not one word that matters. She eats and smiles and passes dishes and laughs at the right moments — a performance so clean she almost convinces herself. But underneath it, Liam's words in the car are doing what words do when they're sharp enough: repeating. On a loop. Remember who you are. Have some sense of being a wife.He thinks something happened between her and Adam.He thinks — after everything, after all of it — that she is that person.And the worst part is not the accusation. The worst part is that she can feel it working on her — the way guilt she doesn't deserve starts to feel like guilt she does, when the person doing the accusing is someone she trusts with her whole heart.Who she trusted with her whole heart.After dinner she goes outside.Not a decision. Just — her feet take her out the back door into the garden before
She leaves the lilies in the car.She doesn't decide to. She just — doesn't reach for them when she gets out. They stay on the passenger seat, paper-wrapped, white, completely innocent of everything that happened in the twelve inches of air between her and Liam on the drive home.She carries the cake.Hart Manor in the evening is the warmest version of itself — every room lit, the smell of Elizabeth's cooking all the way from the foyer, the particular alive quality the house gets when the whole family is under one roof.The butler takes Liam's coat. Reports that Robert, Elizabeth, and Adam are in the dining room. Liam nods and moves toward the stairs without looking back.Allie follows.She is very good at keeping her face neutral. She has been doing it her whole life — in boardrooms, on film sets, in the Ashford cafeteria when the whole campus was talking about her. She knows how to walk into a room and be present w
In the car, she watches him.She tries to be subtle about it — peripheral vision, quick sidelong glances — but she's watching. Cataloguing. The set of his jaw, the line of his shoulders, the particular quality of silence he's wrapped himself in since the arrivals gate. He's tired, she tells herself. Tokyo is a fourteen-hour round trip. He's been in meetings for a week. Any person would be exhausted.She reaches for something light. Something that won't land wrong."Adam was discharged today," she says. "Elizabeth cooked — actually cooked, not catered. She made lamb and pasta and this incredible—""I know." Flat. Eyes forward. Fingers loose on the wheel.She swallows. "I ordered a cake for him. One of those vanilla chiffon ones from the French place on Meridian — he mentioned once that he doesn't like chocolate, so—""Allie."Something in his voice makes her stop talking."We should pick it up
Liam doesn't go in.He stands in the doorway long enough to see everything — Allie leaning forward with the spoon, Adam's ears flushed, the ease between them that has grown in this hospital room over the past week like something no one planted but can't stop — and then he turns and walks back down the corridor.He doesn't make a sound.Allie goes straight from the hospital to campus.She's barely through the gate when she catches the current running through the student body — that particular electric murmur that means something has happened and word hasn't finished spreading yet.Two girls near the journalism building. She slows."—did you hear? Felicity Montgomery got expelled.""That can't be right. Her dad is basically city government. The principal has been protecting her for years.""I'm telling you it happened. She's gone. Whatever she did — whoever she crossed &m
"You people," Allie says, setting the thermal bag on the bedside table with slightly more force than strictly necessary, "have a serious problem appreciating when someone is being kind to you."She's thinking about Liam when she says it.She's looking at Adam, but she's thinking about the soup on the desk that was still there this morning, stone cold, untouched, exactly where she'd placed it last night. About I want to be alone delivered with that particular flat finality that cut more than any sharp word would have.Adam watches her unpack the containers with the quiet attention of someone who notices things but has learned not to comment on most of them."Did you and my uncle fight?" he asks.She keeps her hands busy. "No.""You seem upset.""I'm fine.""You set the spoon down like it owed you money."She stops. Looks at him. He is absolutely, infuriat
Vivian Brooks was ecstatic.Someone like Liam Hart—powerful, untouchable—could only be toying with Allison Brooks. That much was obvious.Now that everything was out in the open, Allison had become nothing more than a liability. He would discard her without a second thought, and Vivian couldn’t wai
Allie’s hands curled into fists as she glared at Liam.“I don’t care anymore, Liam. Julian is better than you, and at least he doesn’t treat me like I’m disposable. I won’t waste my breath arguing. If you don’t sign the divorce papers, I’ll take this to court. Let’s see if you can keep your secrets
Liam Hart’s words cut through the air, leaving the entire room in stunned silence.Wife?What did he just say?The gathered reporters exchanged glances, trying to make sense of the bombshell that had just been dropped. Around the doorway, the secretarial staff, especially Ava, wore expressions of p
At that moment, Preston Whitmore stepped forward and addressed the reporters, his tone authoritative. "That concludes today's press conference. Please make your way back."But one reporter, bolder than the rest, raised his voice. "Mr. Hart, can you two pose in a more intimate position for a headlin







