INICIAR SESIÓNDamien's POV I waited until the penthouse was quiet before opening Tiffany's employment file.Claire had gone to bed nearly an hour earlier. I could hear the faint movement from the bedroom whenever she turned over, followed by long stretches of silence. I had learned to recognize the difference between her sleeping peacefully and the restless nights that sometimes followed a difficult memory, and tonight she seemed calm.I wanted to leave it that way.The conversation we'd had earlier kept returning to me, particularly the detail she had remembered about Tiffany watching us across a room. Claire had been careful not to turn an incomplete memory into an accusation, and I respected that. She had told me exactly what she remembered and, just as importantly, what she didn't.That left me with something I could work with.Facts.I opened the personnel system on my laptop and pulled up Tiffany's employment record.Her file was shorter than I expected.I had appointed her myself.That fact
Claire's POV The memory came back while I was looking through the photographs Emma had left on the coffee table.I had been sorting through them without any particular purpose, pausing over faces I recognized and others that belonged to people whose names still meant nothing to me. The photographs had become strange little windows into a life I had once inhabited without thinking about it. Sometimes I could look at one and feel absolutely nothing. Other times, something as small as a dress, a room, or the expression on someone's face could pull at a thread buried somewhere in my mind.I turned over another photograph. Tiffany was standing in the background.My fingers stopped.I had seen her face before, in photographs from the gala and in the memories other people had given me, but this time something changed.The room around me seemed to fall away.I was somewhere else.I recognized Laurent Group immediately, although I couldn't remember the exact date. The reception area outside o
Damien's POV The police report arrived just after nine in the morning, and I knew from the expression on Detective Reynolds's face that whatever was inside the folder had changed the investigation.He had asked to meet me at Laurent Group rather than discuss it over the phone. That alone was enough to make me cancel the meeting I had scheduled with two investors and ask my assistant to clear the next hour.When he entered my office, he carried a thin evidence folder beneath one arm and a tablet in the other. He didn't sit immediately. He stood beside the chair opposite my desk, looking toward the windows for a moment before turning back to me.“We received the technical analysis from the laboratory,” he said, setting the folder down. “The damage to the component wasn't consistent with an ordinary mechanical failure.”I leaned back in my chair.“We already knew someone interfered with it.”“We knew the component had been deliberately altered. We didn't yet know how precise the alterat
Claire's POV By the time Olivia and Emma arrived, the dining table had already become the subject of an argument.It wasn't a serious argument, although Damien had the particular ability to make even harmless disagreements sound like matters requiring a board meeting. He was standing beside the table with one hand resting on the back of a chair, looking at the plates Maria had arranged while Olivia inspected the place settings with the suspicion of someone who had been personally offended by the number of forks.“You have four forks,” Olivia said.Damien glanced at the table. “I can count.”“I know you can count. I'm questioning why.”“For dinner.”Olivia looked at me. “You see what I have to deal with?”I laughed as I came into the room. “You invited yourself.”“I was invited.”“By me.”“Exactly. Which means you have excellent judgment.”Emma followed her into the dining room carrying a bottle of sparkling water and immediately looked at the table.“I think Olivia is upset about the
Tiffany's POV By the time Damien returned to the office, the announcement had already changed the atmosphere inside Laurent Group. People were trying to behave as though nothing had happened, but their phones kept lighting up on desks, conversations stopped whenever someone important walked past, and every few minutes another employee found an excuse to mention Claire's name. I heard it from the reception area, from the assistants gathered near the elevators, and from two senior managers who were discussing the announcement in voices they probably believed were discreet. I kept my expression neutral while I worked through Damien's schedule. There were interviews requesting his comment, requests for photographs, questions from investors who wanted reassurance that the announcement would not affect the company, and invitations from news programs hoping he would appear on air. I sorted what needed his attention and sent the rest to communications, but I found myself staring at hi
Tiffany's POV The announcement appeared on my phone while I was standing outside Damien's office and for a second, I didn't understand what I was looking at.I had been trying not to read the latest reports coming through about the ferris wheel. Every new article made my stomach tighten because I knew what the investigators were looking for, even if they didn't know where to look yet. They had started asking about the maintenance records, the restricted areas, the people who had access before the gala. They were examining the damaged component that had brought the entire structure down, trying to determine exactly how someone could have interfered with it.I knew the answer and I knew how it had been done and I knew why and every time another report appeared, I had to remind myself that nobody had connected it to me.I had been careful.Then Claire's name appeared across my screen.CLAIRE LAURENT IS ALIVE.I stopped walking.My fingers went cold around the phone.I already knew Clair
Claire's POVDamien's words settled over the room with all the force of a collapsing building. "We will need to discuss the divorce arrangements this week."For a moment, I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. The candles flickered softly between us. The meal I had spent hours preparing filled th
Claire's POVThe problem with Tiffany Morgan was that she never did anything obvious because if she had openly flirted with Damien, I could have been angry if she had insulted me in front of other people, I could have defended myself and if she had behaved like the villain I wanted her to be, at le
Claire's POVBy noon, I had accomplished almost nothing. On paper, my morning had been productive. I had answered emails, approved schedules, finalized travel arrangements for three executives, and reorganized next week's board meeting agenda.In reality, I couldn't have told anyone what half of th
Claire's POVThe receptionist smiled as she handed me a small envelope. "Don't lose that," she said. "Most mothers end up keeping the first ultrasound forever."I looked down at the photograph tucked inside the envelope and felt something tighten in my chest.Forever.It was such a simple word, suc







