All Chapters of My marriage was for money, his for vengeance: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

5:42 AM — East Sector Rampart, Perimeter Crossing TwoThe air chilled to make breath visible, twisting upward into the low sky. The rampart curved outward with the new composite siding, slightly still paler than the ground beneath. It appeared like a scar from a distance. Close up, it appeared like something being stitched together.Elira strolled slowly down the outside path, gloves pushed into her belt. With every step came the syncopated hum of early equipment checks from the tool tent a little ways distant.Caelan crouched at the rim of a drainage outlet, checking the rubber gasket. "Held for last night's runoff," he spoke softly. "Second run in a row.""Then the new banding's worth retaining."He nodded. "We don't always have to redesign. Sometimes we just have to strengthen what's already good."Not every leap is invention. Sometimes it is merely deciding to believe what has held—then smoothing it out so that it is easier to hold once more.---8:11 AM — Urban Classroom Cluster,

5:41 AM — Lower Terrace Ramp, Structural Reintegration SiteMist cleared from the gravelled slope, thin as powdered breath. Down the ramp shoulder, a line of steel joints waited, each pre-stamped with fluorescent orange weld marks.Elira stooped to check one of the anchor lines. "Load tests today?"Caelan nodded where he sat on his knees at a tension monitor. "Compression starts first. Then flexion simulation by noon."She ran her fingers over the frost-slick surface of a plate. "It's been supporting its own weight in silence.""Then it's ready to take more."There are things that never protest their utility. They merely wait to be trusted once more.---8:13 AM — Commons Pavilion, Inner Learning DeckTables had been pulled together into a wide oval. Situated around it, students of differing ages plotted route overlays on transparent sheets. Chalk-streaked fingers smudged edges and redrew them anew.Caelan bent in next to a girl mapping river routes. "You left out the west tributary."

5:36 AM — Reintegration Access Point, Sector C SlopeFrost clung to the edge of the slope, webbed thinly along the lattice that supported the entry ramp. Modular carts lined up, each bearing bundles of cabling and recycled insulation.Elira struck the edge of a manifest slate. "These are looping too tightly."Caelan double-checked the binder hooks. "They did the standard wrap.""But not the terrain drag."He ran one gloved finger along the slope line. "They adjusted to blueprint inclines, not environmental current."Other times the plan fails—because it wasn't taught to hear. In application, being able to tell the difference is where adaptation begins.---7:41 AM — Mobile Clinic Wing, Sector E Convergence HubThe tented hallway unfolded outward like a flower stem, its termini staggered to take sun and shade. Within, volunteers worked in pairs: one reading vitals, the other re-adjusting oxygen levels.A nurse gave Elira a nod of explanation. "We've gone to rotating waitlists—too many

5:42 AM — North Lift Corridor, Structural Verification DeckFrost dusted the steel bulkheads lightly, too thin to disappear under fingertips. Engineers gathered around a diagnostic slate, numbers tracing across its face like messages sent too quickly to decipher.Elira scanned the overlay of recently adjusted anchor tensions. "It's creeping—less than 0.03 per hour. Still a direction.Caelan bent forward, scanning. "The slippage pattern is curved northeast.""Then the fault below isn't static."She sketched a hasty axis line across the schematic. Sometimes the structure complies with what's on top of it. Other times, it listens only to what's down there.---7:06 AM — Sector H, Secondary Access CorridorPiles of folded uniforms lay in crates next to a linen truck, some of the rolling inventory replacement. A woman worked quickly through piles of folded clothes, sorting by use, not by label.Caelan picked up a jacket with half of its tag missing. "Worn thin, but reinforced in all the im

5:35 AM — Sector X, Windward Inspection BridgeThe wind whittled low moans among the tension beams, the sort that resounded like distant old memories repeating themselves too far away to hear.Elira tightened fastenings on her outer coat, observing a team in the middle of the span calibrating load sensors. A cable flashed once—blue to red, and then back.Caelan looked down at the riverbed, many floors below. "It wasn't always this wide."No," said Elira."But when the banks dissolved, they didn't attempt to rebuild them.""They fortified what remained standing?""They allowed the river sculpt the new path. Then constructed around that."Stability isn't always in rebuilding. Sometimes, it's in seeing where nature has already outlined the better blueprint.---7:13 AM — Lower Archive Storage, Sublevel ThreeThe vintage climate cases creaked a little on fresh batteries, internal workings jury-rigged with secondary ducting. Dust built in the vents, fine and soft as flour.Elira knelt besi