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Chloe’s POV For the first time, I was not the only suspect. But it didn’t bring relief. Because Drake wasn’t awake to see it. At night, I would lie in bed and replay everything.The email.The crash.His voice in the hospital footage.“She’s the love of my life.”I had heard it on television. He had said it publicly. There was no taking that back.No undoing it. Part of me wanted him to wake up just so he could explain himself. To clarify whether that was shock speaking or truth.Another part of me was terrified he would wake up and regret saying it.The baby inside me felt like both a blessing and a ticking clock. Every decision I made now carried weight beyond myself.I couldn’t run.I couldn’t disappear.My face was too known.My name is too loud.Everything had changed drastically.I no longer felt like a woman fighting for justice.I felt like the center of a storm that refused to settle.Two comas.One pregnancy.A collapsing marriage.A company on the brink.And me, standing i

Chloe’s POV The meeting request came in quietly, but I knew it was anything but ordinary.It was one of the most important consortium gatherings in the industry. A private circle of high-level executives and investors who influenced contracts worth billions. Drake had always attended personally. His presence alone carried weight in that room.This time, he could not.And I had to take his seat.I spent that morning reviewing every document related to the consortium. Market projections. Investment trends. Cross-border expansions. Risk assessments. I read until the words felt engraved into my mind.When I arrived at the venue, the building itself reflected the level of power inside. Polished marble floors. Floor-to-ceiling glass. Quiet security. No unnecessary noise.The conference hall doors opened for me, and the atmosphere shifted the moment I stepped in.The room was filled entirely with men.Older. Experienced. Sharp.Their suits were tailored to perfection. Their watches alone co

Chloe’s POV One month later, the panic that had once gripped the company started to loosen. Clients who had withdrawn began requesting follow-up calls. Investors who had threatened to pull out entirely asked for updated projections instead of issuing ultimatums. The internal atmosphere grew steadier. Employees walked with less tension in their shoulders.We sealed two major contracts within the same week. Both had been at risk of termination before I stepped in. When the paperwork was finalized and the signatures dried, I felt something I hadn’t allowed myself in a long time.Relief.The breakthrough came with the Russian consortium.They had been one of Drake’s strongest international partners, but after the scandal, they had gone silent. Their silence had worried the board more than any public withdrawal would have.When their representatives arrived, the boardroom felt heavy again. Tall men in dark suits, sharp eyes, minimal smiles. Their presence carried authority without needing

Chloe’s POV Margaret’s jealousy was not just about wealth. It was about displacement. She had lost influence in the company. She had lost public sympathy after the DNA revelation. And now she was watching me build something stronger than what she once controlled.That kind of resentment does not fade quietly.My phone buzzed.A news alert flashed across the screen.“Humphrey Corporation reports record rebound in Q3 profits.”I almost laughed at the timing.The company was no longer in crisis mode. Analysts were calling it one of the most dramatic corporate recoveries in recent history. Share prices had climbed steadily over the last weeks. Investors who had once distanced themselves were now requesting private meetings.Success had made me visible again.And visibility attracts enemies.I turned back to my computer and resumed reviewing the expansion proposal for the European division. If Margaret thought intimidation would slow me down, she had underestimated me.An hour later, I le

Chloe’s POV I do not remember driving home.I only remember the silence.The kind of silence that presses against your ears until it becomes unbearable.The moment I stepped into my house, the strength I had been forcing all day shattered. I dropped my bag on the floor and slid down against the wall, sobbing like I had not allowed myself to in months.Not when I was framed.Not when I almost went to jail.Not when I stood in front of rooms full of men who doubted me.Not when I rebuilt his company from ashes.But this—This broke me.He had looked at me like I was nothing.Like I was a stranger trying to intrude on his life.I pressed my hands against my face and cried until my chest hurt.Three months.Three months of hospital corridors and whispered updates. Three months of signing contracts with one hand and holding his unconscious one with the other. Three months of carrying his child while the world tore me apart.I remembered the day the board begged me to step in. The weight o