LOGINSleep vanished from Cassie’s eyes the instant Nathaniel’s voice sharpened through the phone.The warmth she usually associated with him was gone, replaced by something tighter, possessive, unsettled, and unmistakably edged with anger.“It’s not what you think,” she said quickly, pushing herself upright in bed, the sheets pooling around her waist. “Let’s talk over dinner.”There was a pause on the other end, heavy and telling.“Yes,” Nathaniel replied at last, his tone grave. “We have to.”The line went dead, but Cassie didn’t lower the phone right away.Nathaniel sounded like a man who felt something precious slipping through his fingers, and Franklin was not a rival anyone underestimated.The truth was painful and complicated. Nathaniel’s work consumed him in a way few people could understand.Human lives depended on his decisions, his presence
Cassie still struggled to breathe past the weight pressing on her chest. No matter how many days passed, the guilt refused to loosen its grip.Being blamed, no, being believed to be responsible for Sienna’s miscarriage had carved a hollow place inside her.If she could prove her innocence, truly prove it, maybe the tightness would finally ease. Maybe she would feel light again.“I’ll add it to my plans when I return to Manhattan,” Franklin said calmly, his voice steady but lacking its usual edge.“From what I heard, Alex is currently in Chicago. I’ll see him when the food shipment goes out on Monday. But since Titan Capital is expanding operations there, I’ll be staying a few extra days.”“You’ve already done so much for me,” Cassie said honestly. Gratitude welled up in her voice, unguarded and raw. “I don’t even know how to thank you.”This time, Franklin di
Evelyn leaned back in her chair as she read through Natalie’s lengthy review, her brows knitting tighter with every line.“I don’t know how this place keeps calling itself a wellness center. If you’re looking for serenity, you’d be better off meditating in a traffic jam. The so-called relaxation rooms felt more like storage closets with mood lighting, and the organic smoothies tasted suspiciously like someone blended kale with regret.The staff? Let’s just say they smile a lot, probably because they know you’re paying premium prices for services that barely qualify as pampering. Their idea of a massage was more like a confused pat on the back.And don’t get me started on the ambiance. If mismatched furniture and a playlist stuck on the same three flute tracks count as luxury, then sure, they nailed it.Honestly, I don’t understand how they’re still in business. Maybe they’re good at marketing, but if you want actual wellness, look elsewhere.”Evelyn exhaled sharply. The review was har
Hours had passed since Tristan went to bed, his laughter and excited chatter replaced by the hush of the house. Dinner had felt warm, almost normal, like something borrowed from a life neither Cassie nor Franklin was sure they were allowed to have.Yet the boy’s innocent declaration lingered in the air long after he disappeared into his room.No one had known how to respond. Not even Franklin.The silence had followed them like a shadow until Franklin finally spoke.“About what Tristan said earlier…” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Don’t take it seriously. I know you’re still healing.”Cassie nodded, a quiet sigh slipping from her chest before she could stop it.The mention of marriage had struck something raw inside her, an old wound she had spent years trying to close.She hadn’t healed. Not from seven years of marriage that had taught her how deeply neglect could cut.
Did he just call her… dear?Cassie barely had time to process the word before a faint knock sounded at the door, pulling her attention away from the thought spiraling in her mind. “Celeste is here.”Franklin said calmly. “We’ll talk later.”“Oh, okay. I’ll wait for you and we’ll go pick up Tristan together,” Cassie replied instinctively.She almost told him to just pick Tristan up and go home, but the reminder came quickly. They had arrived in the same car. He had dropped her off.“Alright,” Franklin agreed, then added casually, “I won’t be around much next week.”The words landed heavier than they should have. A hollow sensation settled in Cassie’s chest, unexpected and unwelcome, but she masked it with a soft smile. “I understand.”Celeste entered moments later and laid the documents neatly on the desk. Just as Franklin had s
Evelyn’s résumé spoke for itself. Years of polished corporate experience had taught her one unbreakable rule. HR first, always.She arrived early, heels clicking softly against the pristine marble floor, posture composed, expression neutral. The building was still waking up.Thelma, ever the early bird, was already there. She had her own reporting to do later in the afternoon at Evan’s company, but mornings like these were her comfort zone, quiet, controlled, efficient.What she did not expect was to see Evelyn walk in so early.“Good morning,” Evelyn greeted politely, offering a calm smile. “Miss Cassie appointed me as her personal assistant and asked me to report today.”Thelma studied her, quickly, sharply. Experience recognized experience.She reached for her phone instinctively, intending to call Cassie, then paused. Curiosity won.“Any work







