LOGINChapter 126 Cynthia's POV It was Mr. Brown's event day, and I'd spent an embarrassing amount of time getting ready. I told myself it was just professional courtesy—dressing appropriately for a business event. But as I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, adjusting the deep pink silk gown that hugged my curves before flowing elegantly to the floor, I knew I was lying to myself. I wanted to look stunning. Wanted to take Ethan's breath away. Wanted to remind him that I was no longer the invisible housewife he'd taken for granted. The dress had a tasteful V-neckline and a slit up one thigh that showed just enough leg to be sophisticated rather than provocative. I'd paired it with simple diamond earrings and strappy silver heels that added three inches to my height. My hair was swept up in an elegant chignon, a few strategic tendrils framing my face. My makeup was flawless—smoky eyes, nude lips, a subtle glow that made my skin look luminous. I looked good. Really good. "Wow," Hel
Chapter 125 Cynthia's POVIt was noon when I arrived at the restaurant Nikolai had chosen — a small French bistro tucked away on a quiet street downtown, the kind of place that catered to people who valued privacy and discretion over being seen.The maître d' recognized my name immediately and led me to a corner table where Nikolai was already waiting."Cynthia," he said warmly, taking my hand and kissing it briefly. "You look beautiful.""Thank you," I said, settling into the chair he'd pulled out for me. "This place is lovely. Very intimate.""I thought you might appreciate somewhere we could talk without interruption," he said, resuming his seat. "The food here is excellent, the chef trained in Lyon but more importantly, they understand the value of privacy."A waiter appeared immediately, pouring water and presenting menus with the efficient grace of expensive service. We ordered and then we were alone again, the lunch crowd around us providing a comfortable murmur of background
Chapter 124 Cynthia's POV “What?” "You've been on your phone an awful lot," Julian observed from his position on the couch, looking at me over the rim of his wine glass with that knowing older brother expression. I looked up from my screen, where I'd been rereading Nikolai's lunch invitation for probably the fifth time, trying to decide what to wear tomorrow. "It's just messages from the university," I said defensively, tucking my phone against my chest. "Updates about my teaching schedule and student inquiries." "Uh-huh," Kevin said from where he was sprawled on the other couch, his tone dripping with skepticism. "Because professors definitely text their colleagues at nine o'clock at night with messages that make them smile like that." "I wasn't smiling," I protested, even though I definitely had been. "You were absolutely smiling," Helen chimed in, looking up from where she was helping Lily with a coloring book on the floor. "That secretive little smile women get when they'
Chapter 123 Ethan's POV After the intense moment with Bryan, I got home with my mind still racing, unable to shake the image of that strange man from the university who'd been stalking Cynthia. The more I thought about it, the more alarmed I became. That man had been watching her with too much focus, too much intent. And the fact that I'd seen him before—exiting Anna's apartment building weeks ago—made the whole thing feel coordinated. Could it be one of the men who'd been following Cynthia? Her security detail had been professional, visible, clearly hired protection. But this man had been lurking in the shadows, hiding behind trees, watching from a distance like he didn't want to be seen. Could be anybody, I reasoned, my mind cycling through possibilities. Perhaps Kevin Laurent was obsessed with her and had hired additional men to follow her around without her knowledge. That would explain the seemingly unnecessary security details. I needed to know who that man was anyway. F
Chapter 122 Cynthia's POV With all that had happened today — Ethan ambushing me at the university, the humiliating phone call incident with Bryan, that exposed woman with her vulgar comments and inappropriate touching, Ethan crashing my business meeting and turning it into some territorial pissing contest—all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. Just disappear into my bed, pull the covers over my head, and pretend this entire exhausting, emotionally draining day had never happened. I was so tired. Emotionally, physically, mentally exhausted. When I finally pulled through the gates and up the long driveway to the mansion, I noticed immediately that there were extra vehicles parked in front. A silver SUV I didn't recognize and a sedan that looked like it had been recently washed and polished. Company. Great. Just what I needed. I parked and grabbed my bag, steeling myself for whatever awaited inside. The security detail pulled up behind me and gave me a brief nod befor
Chapter 121 Ethan's POV Bryan and I sat in silence after Cynthia left, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on us like a physical force. The restaurant hummed with quiet conversation from other tables, the clink of silverware against plates, the soft murmur of the lunch crowd. But at our table, there was only heavy, uncomfortable silence. I could feel Bryan's eyes on me, studying me, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Finally, Bryan broke the silence. "What the hell was that, Ethan?" His voice was quiet but edged with steel. "And don't give me some bullshit about being in the neighborhood or wanting to grab lunch." I was tired of pretending. Tired of the lies and the games and the careful manipulation of words to hide what I really felt. It hadn't gotten me anywhere. Cynthia still wanted a divorce. Bryan was still pursuing her. "I wasn't here by chance," I said, meeting his gaze directly. "I came deliberately. To interrupt whatever discussio







