I wrapped my hands around the warm mug, anchoring myself. "Go on.""About six months before that day, Jessica started working with Miller to plant doubts about you." He couldn't meet my eyes. "Fabricated emails suggesting you were unfaithful, conversations that never happened, meetings you supposedly had with an ex."The kitchen seemed to tilt around me. "What?""I didn't believe it at first. But she was... persistent. And my mother—" he grimaced, "—was all too happy to fan those flames."I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. "You thought I was cheating on you?""I was confused. The evidence seemed real. And with the pressure from my family about an heir, our fertility struggles..." His voice cracked. "I was in a dark place, Aria. But that doesn't excuse what I did. Nothing could."I stood abruptly, the stool scraping against the floor. "Eight years, Michael. Eight years of my life spent thinking I wasn't enough for you, that your family's obsession with an heir drove you to my
Once they were out of earshot, Michael handed me his phone. On the screen was a particularly vicious article, complete with photos of me entering my office building, side-by-side with old pictures from our marriage."Jessica did this," he said, voice low and dangerous. "From jail. Miller's been feeding her information on your routine, your schedule. They've been planning this for weeks.""How could she know so much about our fertility treatments?" I whispered. "Those details were private."Michael's jaw tightened. "My mother. Years ago, before she..." he hesitated, "...came around. She kept extensive notes on everything. Jessica must have had access.""Your mother?" Betrayal, fresh and sharp, lanced through me. "After everything, she's still working with Jessica?""No," Michael said firmly. "Not anymore. Elizabeth is furious. She's the one who tipped me off about the story breaking."I blinked in surprise. Elizabeth Walton, defending me. The world had truly turned upside down."What d
I slammed my laptop shut with enough force to make my coffee mug rattle. The headline glared from my phone screen like an accusation: "ARIA CAMPBELL: THE GOLD-DIGGING MOTHER WHO HID BILLIONAIRE HEIRS."My hands trembled as I scrolled through the article. Every humiliating detail of my marriage to Michael, our fertility struggles, the divorce—all splashed across the screen for public consumption. There were even photos of the boys leaving school yesterday.My stomach churned. Someone had been following my children.The phone rang, Samantha's name flashing on the screen."Tell me you haven't seen it," I said by way of greeting."I've seen it," Sam's voice was tight with anger. "It's everywhere, Aria. That bitch."Jessica. It had to be. The article quoted "sources close to the Walton family" describing me as a calculating manipulator who had deliberately gotten pregnant to secure my financial future."She's supposed to be in jail awaiting trial," I hissed, pacing my kitchen. "How is she
The sound of hushed whispers drifted from Alex and Austin's bedroom. I paused in the hallway, hand hovering over the doorknob. It was past their bedtime, but the animated murmurs suggested sleep was far from their minds."Shh! Not so loud," Alex's voice hissed. "Mom has, like, supernatural hearing."I smiled despite myself. Eight years of being both mom and dad had given me a sixth sense where my boys were concerned."But it would totally work," Austin insisted. "Dad keeps looking at Mom when she's not watching. I saw him yesterday when he picked us up. He fixed his tie like five times before ringing the doorbell."My heart stuttered. I pressed my palm against the cool wall to steady myself."And Mom pretends she doesn't care," Alex added, his voice dropping even lower, "but she always checks her reflection in the microwave when she knows he's coming over."Heat crawled up my neck. Was I that transparent? I hadn't realized my own sons had been studying me like some science experiment.
The house fell quiet after I tucked the boys in, my fingers lingering on Austin's forehead just a moment longer than necessary. His breathing had already evened out, exhaustion claiming him after the emotional day we'd had. Alex had crashed twenty minutes earlier, clutching the small model airplane Michael had brought him.Michael.My stomach tightened at the thought of him waiting downstairs. He'd insisted on staying until the twins fell asleep, mentioning something important he needed to discuss. Now I had no more excuses.I closed their bedroom door with practiced quietness, the soft click of the latch making my heart jump. The hallway stretched before me like a path I wasn't ready to walk. Eight years of carefully constructed walls between us, and somehow he kept finding hairline cracks to slip through.The hardwood stairs creaked under my weight as I descended. Michael sat at my dining room table, spreadsheets and financial projections spread before him, sleeves rolled up to his
The meeting room was small and sterile, with a table bolted to the floor and cameras monitoring from the corners. Jessica sat handcuffed to a metal loop on the table, the orange jumpsuit making her look washed out and older than her years."Five minutes," the guard said before closing the door behind me.I remained standing, arms crossed. "What do you want, Jess?"She tried for a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You look good. Success suits you.""Cut the small talk. We don't have much time."Jessica sighed, the handcuffs clinking as she shifted. "Miller sold me out. After everything we've been through, he's saving his own skin.""Ironic, isn't it? Being betrayed by someone you trusted?"Her eyes flashed. "Is that why you came in here? To gloat?""No. I came because despite everything, you're still my sister." I moved closer to the table but didn't sit. "What do you want from me, Jessica? Really?""Help me." The words came out in a rush. "You know people, you have influence now. Put
"Nothing that matters." I stopped abruptly, turning to face him. "Is Miller telling the truth? Is he flipping on her?"Michael's expression darkened. "Daniel spoke with the prosecutor this morning. Miller's giving them everything—dates, account numbers, contacts. He claims it was all Jessica's idea from the beginning.""And was it?""Does it matter? They were both willing participants."People streamed past us, returning to the courtroom as the recess ended. In minutes, I'd have to go back in there, see my sister in handcuffs, possibly be called to testify."She brought up a promise we made to our mother." My voice sounded distant to my own ears. "Sisters forever, no matter what."Michael's hand found mine, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. "Your mother would never have expected you to stand by someone who hurt you so deliberately, Aria. Some bonds, once broken, can't be repaired."As we reentered the courtroom, Jessica's eyes locked with mine from the defendant's table. For a fle
"Let me make sure I understand this correctly." Richard's voice crackled through my phone speaker. "Michael Walton, the ex-husband who cheated on you with your sister, who left you with practically nothing in the divorce, whose family dragged your name through mud... now wants to merge his multi-billion-dollar company with yours?"I drummed my fingers against the mahogany desk in my home office, staring out the window as rain peppered the glass. "That's the simplified version, yes.""And you're actually considering it?" The disbelief in my lawyer's voice couldn't have been more obvious if he'd reached through the phone and shaken me."I'm calling you, aren't I?" My teeth clenched. "I need to know if this is a trap."A heavy sigh whistled through the speaker. "Aria, I've been your lawyer for five years. I've watched you build Collins Designs from a kitchen table operation to what it is today. This merger would immediately triple your net worth on paper.""But?""But..." Richard paused.
Three days after Elizabeth's successful surgery, I sat at my desk reviewing quarterly projections when my assistant's voice crackled through the intercom."Ms. Campbell? Mr. Walton is here to see you."My heart did that stupid little flutter thing it always did when Michael was mentioned. I smoothed my blouse, annoyed at myself for caring."Send him in," I said, closing the spreadsheet on my laptop.Michael strode through the door of my office like he owned the place—an old habit from his billionaire upbringing that still irritated me. But there was something different about him today. A nervousness behind his confidence."Aria," he nodded, his eyes taking in my office. "Nice space. Very you."I gestured to the chair across from my desk. "Thanks. The boys helped me pick the art."His gaze moved to the abstract painting on the wall—vibrant blues and greens splashed across the canvas. Austin had insisted it looked like ocean waves during a storm. "I can see Austin's influence," Michael