LOGINVivienne sat up fully, Lucas already alert beside her at the tension in her voice. "Where?" she asked the detective, bracing herself."Charles's care facility," the detective said. "Overnight, one of the night nurses found a sealed envelope tucked beneath the mattress in his room, during a routine linen change. It's addressed to you, Ms. Kingston, in handwriting the facility staff confirm is Charles's own.""He wrote me something," Vivienne said slowly, disbelief and cautious hope tangling together. "Recently?""The nurse says he's been having a string of unusually lucid days this week. Whatever's in that envelope, it looks like something he wanted preserved before the fog returned." The detective's voice carried careful weight. "Given the timing, given everything Derek told you last night about the adoption charter argument — I think you should come see this yourself. This morning, if you're able."They dropped Zuri at Monica's and drove to the facility in tense, hopeful silence, Viv
Vivienne sat bolt upright, phone gripped tight in both hands, Lucas blinking awake beside her at the sudden movement."What is it?""Derek." She was already dialing before she'd finished the word, adrenaline burning through the last traces of sleep. He answered on the first ring, his voice tight and rushed."Vivienne, thank God. I've been sitting here for an hour trying to decide whether this could wait until morning, and it can't.""Tell me," she said, Lucas sitting up fully now, alert and listening."I have a friend who works in the records office, someone who processed the access request my father's — I mean, Patience's — legal team submitted today. She called me tonight because she recognized my name attached to the original adoption certificate we found at Rosedale, and she wanted to warn me before anything became official." Derek's breath came unsteady. "Patience isn't trying to hide her adoption anymore, Vivienne. She's trying to use it.""Use it how?""The original Kingston Fa
Vivienne stared at the message until the words blurred, disbelief pulling her fully back from the warmth of the evening.Ms. Kingston, we submitted Lucas's payment records to the court first thing tomorrow. But there's something else you should know — Patience's legal team withdrew the motion an hour ago, before we even had the chance to respond. No explanation given. It's almost like she already knew the claim wouldn't hold, and she wanted something else entirely."Lucas." She turned the phone toward him, watching his brow furrow as he read it."She withdrew it," he said slowly. "Before we even had to prove anything.""Which means the motion was never actually about winning," Vivienne said, working through it aloud. "It was a distraction. Or a message." She sat back, exhaustion warring with fresh unease. "What could she possibly have wanted that mattered more than delaying her own trial?""Maybe she wanted to see how we'd react," Lucas offered. "Test whether we'd panic, whether we'd
Chloe reached across the table, gripping Vivienne's hand firmly. "Breathe. Whatever they're claiming, it's not true. You know Lucas.""I know Lucas," Vivienne agreed, though her voice shook slightly. "But I need to hear this from him directly, right now."She called him on the drive home, Chloe insisting on coming along, and Lucas picked up on the first ring, his easy tone shifting instantly to alarm the moment he heard the tightness in her voice."Vivienne, what's wrong?""Patience's legal team is claiming you received payment from someone connected to my family's trust, before you started working at Kingston Holdings," she said, forcing herself to stay steady. "They're suggesting it means your hiring, our whole relationship, was somehow engineered."There was a brief, stunned silence on the line. "That's insane. I've never taken a cent from anyone connected to your family before Kingston Holdings hired me directly, and you know exactly how that arrangement worked.""I know. I believ
Chloe answered on the second ring, already suspicious. “You’re inviting me somewhere on a Tuesday. This feels like a trap.”“It’s not a trap,” Vivienne said, laughing. “I want to take you out. Spa, lunch, whatever you want. A proper thank-you for everything you did for the party. I don’t think I’ve told you enough how much that night meant to me.”“You’ve told me plenty, but I never say no to a spa day.” Chloe’s voice brightened immediately. “Give me two hours to rearrange my entire schedule around this very important emergency.”They met at a quiet spa tucked into a converted colonial house on the edge of the city, all soft linens and the low murmur of water features, and spent the first hour simply existing in comfortable silence beneath warm towels and skilled hands, months of tension slowly working itself loose from Vivienne’s shoulders.“I needed this,” she admitted afterward, wrapped in a robe, sipping tea across from Chloe in the small lounge. “More than I realized, apparently.
Lucas took the ring to the jeweler himself, three days after the engagement party, Vivienne's words from the café still turning over in his mind. It doesn't change how I feel about it. If it needs resetting, we'll reset it. But it stays on my hand either way.He wanted to know anyway. Not because it would change anything between them, but because if there was truth in what Patrick and Adaeze had claimed, he wanted to make it right, quietly, before it ever had the chance to become another wound in Vivienne's already complicated family history.The jeweler, an older man named Mr. Oyelaran who'd handled the original purchase, examined the stone carefully under his loupe for several long minutes while Lucas sat across the counter, nerves twisting tighter with every passing second."This is a good stone," Mr. Oyelaran said finally, setting down his tools. "Ethically sourced, properly certified, purchased through the standard channel I use for all my clients. I can show you the full paper t







