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Family Dinner ExplosionJane's POVThe dining room felt smaller with all of us sitting around Grandma Helen's long table. Eight people. Too many secrets. Too much tension. I could feel it in the air like electricity before a storm."Jane, you look lovely tonight," Grandma Helen said as she passed me the roasted chicken. Her smile was warm, but I could see worry in her eyes. She knew something was wrong."Thank you, Grandma."Christian sat next to me, but he might as well have been on the other side of the world. He'd barely looked at me since finding out about P&G Industries yesterday. His face was stone cold.Amanda sat across from us wearing a red dress that probably cost more than most people's cars. She kept smiling at everyone like she was the hostess instead of an uninvited guest."So Amanda," Uncle Gideon said, cutting his meat, "how have you been?""Wonderful, thank you for asking." Amanda's voice was sweet as honey. "I've been keeping busy. Learning so many interesting things

"Veronica's Announcement"Jane's POVI stood in front of my bathroom mirror trying to put on lipstick, but my hands wouldn't stop shaking. Today was the day. The press conference. The day my whole secret would come out."Jane, you need to eat something," Sandra called from the kitchen. She'd come over early to help me get ready and make sure I didn't chicken out."I can't eat. I feel sick.""You have to eat. You're going to need your strength today."I walked into the kitchen where Sandra had made toast and coffee. The smell made my stomach turn."I can't do this," I said, sitting down at the table. "What if everyone hates me for lying?""They won't hate you. They'll be impressed.""What if Christian never forgives me?""Jane, stop worrying about Christian. This is about you. About your life. About your success."Sandra was right, but I couldn't help thinking about Christian's face when he found out yesterday. The shock. The hurt. The anger."He felt so betrayed," I said quietly."He'

"Shame on the Screens"Jane's POVI woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing nonstop. Text after text after text. I grabbed it and saw dozens of messages from numbers I didn't recognize. My heart started racing.I turned on the TV and there I was. My face on every news channel. The kiss. Christian's hands on my face. My shocked expression. Over and over again."Breaking news: Fashion mogul Jane Walton's dramatic public reunion with estranged husband Christian Holmes.""The kiss that shocked the fashion world.""Is this the end of the Holmes divorce saga?"I turned off the TV and threw the remote across the room. This was a nightmare.Someone knocked on my door. I looked through the window and saw Sandra standing there with coffee and what looked like breakfast."Jane, open up. I know you're in there."I opened the door. Sandra took one look at my face and pulled me into a hug."How bad is it?" I asked."It's everywhere. But that doesn't mean it's the end of the world."She set the co

"Jared at the Scene"Jane's POVThe paramedic wrapped a bandage around my arm where I'd scraped it during the struggle. My hands were still shaking, but at least they'd stopped bleeding."You're lucky," the paramedic said. "Could have been much worse.""I know."Jared sat next to me on the couch, holding my good hand. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?""I'm fine. Just scratched up.""Jane, someone broke into your apartment and attacked you. That's not fine.""But I fought him off. I'm okay."The police officer who was taking my statement looked up from his notebook. "Ma'am, can you describe the attacker again?""He was tall. Maybe six feet. Wearing all black and a ski mask. I couldn't see his face.""And you said he wanted money?""Fifty thousand dollars. He kept saying I owed him money.""Do you owe anyone money?""No. I think it's connected to some threatening phone calls I've been getting."Jared squeezed my hand. "What threatening phone calls?"I looked at him.

"Seeking Justice" Christian's POV I sat in my car outside the police station, watching Jane and Jared walk up the steps together. She was leaning on his arm, still moving slowly from her injuries two days ago. It killed me that she was going through this without me. My phone buzzed. Text message from Mark: "Sir, the board meeting is in an hour. Should I reschedule?" I stared at the message. Board meeting. Work. Life going on like normal while Jane was filing police reports about someone trying to hurt her. "Cancel it," I texted back. "Sir?" "Cancel everything today. I'll be unavailable." I got out of my car and walked into the police station. The desk sergeant looked up when I approached. "I'm here about Jane Walton's case. The break-in from two nights ago." "And you are?" "Christian Holmes. I'm her husband." "One moment." The sergeant made a phone call. A few minutes later, a detective came out to meet me. "Mr. Holmes? I'm Detective Rivera. Your wife is giving her statem