เข้าสู่ระบบJulian's eyes met hers too, loaded with an unmistakable warning.If she pushed the divorce right here, right now, in front of Edward, she was fairly sure he wouldn't refuse.He might not love the decision, but he'd respect it.ButEleanor couldn't make herself say it.It wasn't Julian's warning holding her back.It was Edward. Recovering, hospitalized, his heart already under strain this wasn't the moment to pile more on him.He wasn't the type to follow trending topics online. Whatever had landed him here, it hadn't been her scandal directly.It had to be Marcus, and the divorce papers.She couldn't be the reason he collapsed further. If something happened to him because of her, she'd carry that guilt forever."I want... to resign."She said it with as much weight as she could manage.Something flickered across Julian's face."Resigning's a wonderful idea!" Diane clapped, delighted."You never should've been working in the first place. This family can support you fine without it. Qui
It took Eleanor a beat to fully process what she'd just heard.Her grip on the phone tightened."What is that supposed to mean? 'Not getting divorced'?""Exactly what it sounds like."His flat indifference set something off in her.She'd sat here the entire day, waiting for the reporters to clear so they could finally, actually go through with this."Julian, are you messing with me right now?""Grandpa's in the hospital."Her eyes went wide."Because of... me?"Julian answered only with a cold laugh.Eleanor couldn't tell which way to read it.Maybe she'd caused this all the drama, the scandal, everything spiraling until it hit Edward directly.Or maybe he was mocking her for assuming she carried that much weight in his family's life.She genuinely couldn't tell."Either way, you haven't been in the office in days, so don't bother today either. I'll have David pick you up. We're going to see him together.""...Okay."She agreed. There wasn't a version of this where she said no.She co
Neither name in the headline carried any labeling no "mistress," no "affair." Eleanor genuinely hadn't seen herself becoming a national talking point this way.She hadn't expected to see her own wedding photos up on the internet, of all things.Photos with Julian, her wedding to him.Not studio shots, candid frames from the ceremony itself.Eleanor in a pearl-white off-the-shoulder satin gown, exchanging rings with Julian in a custom-cut black suit.She could confirm those photos were real. Knew exactly how few people in the Cross family even had access to copies.The online quality, though, was rough low-res enough that no one could confidently confirm either face.Wait, is Eleanor secretly Cross Group's young mistress?!Obviously photoshopped. Fake from a mile away.Convenient timing for this to drop right now, no?The resolution's blurry on purpose hiding the seams.Everyone disperse, this is nothing.If this turns out to be real, I'll eat fifty pounds of dirt live on stream.Opini
Eleanor saw Julian's signature on the agreement clearly.Bold strokes, elegant, unmistakably his.FinallyShe could actually divorce him.After this, no more contact. Julian would finally be free to be with Cassandra out in the open.Except.Even without a signed divorce, he'd already been living that life in plain sight regardless."What, having second thoughts now?"She looked up and caught the naked mockery waiting in his eyes."No."She shook her head.No regrets.But holding his signed pages in her hand, the moment landed nothing like the triumph she'd imagined.Maybe he'd initiated it first, this time. Maybe he just didn't want her dragging any more scandal onto his name."You have a pen?" she asked."No."The answer caught her off guard.If she remembered right, he never went anywhere without his fountain pen."You think I'm bluffing so you have an excuse to stall the divorce?"She could tell he still didn't believe she genuinely wanted out.Arrogant, through and through.Thoug
Eleanor's days had been consumed entirely hospital runs, back-and-forth trips between the precinct and the courthouse.Whatever her reasons, she had genuinely put Rachel Sparks in the hospital. Legally, that carried weight regardless of context.Rachel had lawyered up, demanding a public apology and financial compensation.Eleanor would offer the apology. The money, she wouldn't touch.None of this had started without cause. Dale Quinn had come after her first.Dale and Rachel had connections, sure, but not enough to bend the law entirely. Evidence still mattered in court.Online was a different story.Eleanor had gone offline entirely this week.She knew exactly how ugly it had gotten plenty of it manufactured by paid trolls on Rachel's payroll, plenty more just ordinary strangers who couldn't be bothered to sort fact from fiction and enjoyed the pile-on either way.She hadn't filed for leave.Cross Group's policy allowed termination after three unexcused absences.She was waiting Ju
Eleanor's golf game was middling at best, but even she understood that a hole in one was the sport's crown jewel moment.She hadn't expected that honor to land on Cassandra."Julian!"Cassandra waved her club excitedly, not moving a step. She didn't need to.Julian walked to her instead.Standing on the green hillside, Cassandra wore a matching pink-and-white collared polo and skirt set, hair pulled into a ponytail, the whole look landing somewhere between sweet and athletic.Combined with that hole in one, she'd instantly become the club's biggest attraction.Wren and Danielle followed Julian over."Julian, you know her?" Wren asked, curious."I do." Julian nodded. "Cassandra. High school classmate. Runs design at Cross Group now.""That young and already a department head!" Wren looked genuinely impressed."And a hole in one at her age, on top of that." Danielle nudged Wren's shoulder."Incredible. Incredible!" Wren gave Cassandra a string of thumbs up.Cassandra flushed, playing mo







