Riley's POVThe parking garage beneath our building feels like a war bunker as Brett and I huddle around his laptop, analyzing the doctored photo that might save our lives."The metadata doesn't lie." Brett's fingers fly across the keyboard. "This image was created three days before we met, but Jamson's claiming it shows our first encounter.""Which means he's been planning this for months." I lean closer to the screen, studying the technical details. "But why use a fake photo when he could have gotten real ones?"Brett goes very still. "Because he never had access to real surveillance from that day.""What do you mean?""The area where we actually met." Brett pulls up building schematics on his phone. "It doesn't have security cameras. I chose it specifically for privacy."My heart starts racing. "So he had to fabricate evidence of our first meeting.""And he got sloppy." Brett screenshots the metadata. "This is enough to discredit his entire case."I grab his arm. "We need to call D
Riley's POVThe Graham Foundation boardroom feels like a courtroom as twelve faces stare at Brett across the mahogany table. I sit beside him, ignoring the disapproving glances from board members who clearly think I don't belong here."The situation is untenable," announces Patricia Wells, the Red haired board chair. "Channel 7's exposé has already cost us three major donors."Brett's jaw tightens. "The allegations are false.""That may be," Patricia continues coldly, "but perception is reality in our business. We need you to step down temporarily while this investigation proceeds.""No." My voice cuts through the tension.Every head turns toward me as Patricia's eyes narrow dangerously. "Excuse me, Ms. Plia?"I stand slowly, feeling Brett's surprise beside me. "I said no. You're not removing him from the foundation he built.""And you are?" Board member Kim's tone drips condescension."I'm the woman who's spent the last eight months learning every aspect of this foundation's operatio
Riley's POVDetective Doris badge catches the light as she steps into our penthouse, her eyes scanning everything like she's already building a case. Behind her, two uniformed officers wait by the elevator."Mr. Graham, Ms. Plia." Doris voice is professional. "We need to discuss some serious allegations."Brett moves protectively in front of me, his body language shifting from vulnerable fiancé to guarded CEO in seconds. "What kind of allegations?""The kind that could put you in federal prison for twenty years." Doris settles into our white leather sofa without invitation. "Corporate espionage, fraud, racketeering."My stomach drops. Beside me, Brett's hands clench into fists."Riley, take Lily upstairs." His voice goes cold and commanding. "Now.""No." The word comes out stronger than I feel. "We handle this together."Brett's gray eyes flash with something between anger and fear. "This isn't a discussion.""Actually, it is." I step beside him,"I'm not running anymore."Doris watch
Riley's POVThe notification on Brett's phone glows ominously in the romantic lighting. I catch a glimpse of the sender's name before Brett quickly turns it face down."Who was that?" I ask, trying to keep my voice light.Brett's jaw tightens. "Nobody important.""On our engagement night?" I step closer, the emerald on my finger catching the light. "Brett, what aren't you telling me?""Riley, please." He reaches for me, but I step back. "Tonight is about us.""And us includes honesty." I cross my arms. "Who is Jamson?"The color drains from Brett's face. Behind us, Lily's laughter echoes from inside where she's celebrating with Emma, completely oblivious to the tension crackling between her parents."How do you know that name?" Brett's voice drops to a dangerous whisper."Because I saw the message preview." My heart pounds. "Something about 'the truth coming out' and 'consequences.'"Brett runs his hands through his hair, the gesture so familiar it breaks my heart. "It's complicated."
Brett's POVDr. Iris office feels like neutral territory. Riley sits across from me, her hands folded in her lap, while our couples therapist watches us with patient eyes. It's been three days since Riley hung up on Dmitri Volkov, and I still can't sleep."Brett, you've been quiet today," Dr. Iris observes. "How are you processing Riley's decision to confront Volkov directly?"I glance at Riley, then back at the doctor. "I keep waiting for retaliation.""From Volkov?" Dr. Iris asks."From the universe." The admission feels like weakness. "Every time we think we're safe, something worse happens. I don't know how to exist without waiting for the next attack."Riley shifts in her chair. "That's not living, Brett. That's just surviving.""Surviving kept us alive," I snap back.The sharpness in my voice makes Riley flinch, and I immediately hate myself for it.Dr. Iris raises her hand. "Let's pause there. Riley, how did Brett's tone just make you feel?""Like he's pulling away from me a
Riley's POVThe name Dmitri Volkov echos. Brett's face has gone completely white, and I can see his hands trembling as he stares at my phone."How do you know that name?" I demand, but the line has already gone dead.Brett sinks onto the couch, careful not to wake Lily. "Dmitri Volkov owns half the black market in Eastern Europe."My stomach drops. "What does that mean?""It means Amanda didn't just want revenge." Brett's voice is hollow. "She wanted to sell information about us to someone much worse."The room feels like it's spinning. "Sell information?""Volkov deals in corporate espionage, blackmail, identity theft." Brett runs his hands through his hair. "If Amanda made a deal with him about the Graham Foundation's financial records...""We need to call Patterson," I say, reaching for my phone again.Brett catches my hand. "Riley, Patterson can't help us with this. Volkov operates outside any government's reach.""So what are we supposed to do?" My voice cracks. "Just wait for hi