LOGINNeither 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
"Eleanor, why weren't you here the day before yesterday? If something comes up, you're supposed to give notice ahead of time, or at least same-day. I was in the hospital, sure, but you could've texted me."Cassandra tossed the question out casually, mid-pour on her coffee."Noted. I'll be more careful going forward." Eleanor took her cup and left without lingering.Cassandra clocked the deflection immediately Eleanor was working hard to bury whatever had happened with Dale, act like nothing occurred.She pulled out her phone and texted Joker.The Cross Group–Jinjiang Realty partnership was moving forward on schedule. The China Food Market officially opened today, the ribbon-cutting broadcast live on the office's main screen.In the cafeteria, half the room watched between bites, since Julian on-screen tended to draw eyes.Eleanor ate in silence.Julian had known exactly what Dale intended that night. Known how close it had come to succeeding. And there he was on screen, standing besid
He'd only wanted to see if she'd feel bad for him mistakenly believing he'd been in bed with another man.Eleanor threw the photo straight at his face and walked into the building.The tears didn't come until she was inside.By the time she got home, the chaos in her chest had settled into something quieter.The photographer had done this for money, that much was clear.She'd already paid fifty million to keep the original quiet. Logically, releasing it now would kill his own business model no one paid a blackmailer who leaked anyway.But not releasing it didn't mean not keeping a copy.She thought it through and finally dialed."Chu?"A man's voice answered, pleasant, clear as running water.When she didn't respond right away, he changed tone. "Eleanor what's wrong?"She laid out what she needed.He didn't ask a single unnecessary question."If you're tired, sleep. If not, give me half an hour."She waited.Thirty minutes later, he called back."I got into everything phone, laptop, c







