For a second, I thought I was seeing wrong. It couldn’t be William. William, the man who never kept a job longer than three months, the man who always looked for shortcuts and ran from responsibility, how could Damon Langford, of all people, introduce him like he belonged here?I blinked hard, hoping the image would vanish, but he stayed standing tall as though he had earned the right to breathe this rarefied air.Across the room, Susan’s eyes found mine. The shock on her face mirrored mine. She mouthed silently, What the hell?I had no answer.Then a lady woman glided in beside William, her presence polished, her posture sharp. Damon’s voice carried through the room. He introduced her with deliberate weight, naming her family and announcing that she represented her mother in a new lucrative partnership with Langford Enterprises.The hall erupted into applause. People clapped, smiles bloomed, glasses lifted in toast, but my hands went cold.Recognition hit me like a knife. I knew her.
Vivienne POV~•~Susan showed up at my hotel door with the kind of energy that made me want to crawl back into bed. She was buzzing, already talking before I could even greet her.“Today’s the day, Viv! No excuses, no backing out, no hiding in your dull little dresses. We’re shopping.”I laughed under my breath, shaking my head as I grabbed my bag. “You make it sound like a military operation.”“It is,” she said, looping her arm through mine as we left. “Except the weapon is fashion, and the target is every pair of eyes at that dinner.”We stopped first at her house to drop Liam off. He was more than happy to stay behind, grinning at the sight of Susan’s housekeeper who always spoiled him with juice and biscuits. Watching him settle in so easily brought me relief. At least he was safe and cared for while I tackled something as foreign as dress shopping.By the time we reached the boutique, my nerves were already buzzing. The place was tucked on a quiet, polished street, the kind of pl
My jaw tightened as the cars rolled to a halt. Beside me, Catherine crossed her arms, her lips pressed into a hard line. Her face showed the same displeasure burning in my chest. This was supposed to be a family meeting, civil and quiet, but Damien had stained it before it even began.What unsettled me more was the sight that followed. The attorneys’ cars pulled in right behind him. My father’s trusted lawyers had chosen to travel with Damien.I turned, my voice low. “He brought them with him.”Catherine’s tone was flat. “He’s playing dirty.”“Let him,” I muttered. “It changes nothing.”But inside, my resolve hardened. My father’s estate, his empire, his legacy, it would not, fall into Damien’s hands.My father’s lawyers arranged themselves, briefcases snapping open, papers sliding neatly into place. Every movement was efficient, clinical. The lead attorney, a man who had known my father for decades, cleared his throat and fixed his eyes on me.“Mr. Langford,” he said, his voice stead
Typical Damon Langford. Power didn’t only sit in the orders he barked, but in what he withheld. He loved reminding me that I was always the last to know.Susan leaned back on her couch with a smug little smile, sipping from her glass as if she’d just dropped harmless gossip. “His words exactly,” she said, dragging them out for dramatic effect, “‘full staff represented effectively.’”I rubbed my temple. “Of course. He couldn’t just tell me himself.”Susan rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Viv. Don’t act surprised. The man lives to keep people on their toes. You’re not special in that regard though I’d say he’s got a special obsession with keeping you on edge.”I shot her a look. “Don’t start.”She waved it off, refusing to take the bait. “What are you wearing?”I blinked at her. “What?”“For the dinner,” she clarified. “What are you planning to wear?”I shrugged, sinking deeper into the cushions. “Something simple. I’ll just grab one of my dresses. No one’s going to be paying attention to
Susan’s text stopped me cold. Check William’s social media. Urgent.I tightened my grip on Liam’s little hand and headed upstairs. My mind spun as I tried to guess what Susan could possibly mean.In the room, I set Liam’s clothes aside for his bath, forcing my hands to stay steady. I fired back a message: What exactly am I supposed to look for?Her reply came almost instantly. Just check his Instagram.I froze. My stomach twisted. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I had blocked William everywhere so I wasn’t going to. I erased him for a reason.Susan didn’t argue with me, instead she asked that I wait for a minute or two.I tossed my phone aside and turned to Liam. His voice was bright, tugging me back to the present.“Is it bath time?” he asked, already reaching for his toys.“Yes, baby,” I said, forcing a smile. I eased him into the warm water, lathered shampoo into his hair. His laughter bubbled through the bathroom like a fragile song. I laughed with him, but the sound felt weak.Still, my
My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than usual on the drive back to the hotel. Anger burned hot in me, but I forced myself to stay steady. Liam was asleep in the back seat, it was the only thing reminding me to hold myself together.I couldn’t believe that my own father after hearing everything, every truth I had poured out, still demanded I crawl back to William.My thoughts circled like storm clouds, but one truth rooted me. I will never go back. My son deserved more than the cold, careless father he was born with. He deserved safety, joy, a chance at a life not poisoned by William’s indifference.I whispered it out loud as I parked the car. “Never again. Not ever.”Liam didn’t stir when I carried him up to the hotel room. He was already full from dinner at my parents’ house and slipped easily back into sleep. I tucked him in, stroked his hair, kissed his temple, and then lay awake myself, staring at the ceiling as worry gnawed at me.By the time exhaustion pulled me under,