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Lauren dropped her suitcase by the side of the couch the moment the door closed behind her. Her legs felt weak, as if they had been holding her up on borrowed strength all day. She took two steps into the middle of Mia’s small, cozy living room and collapsed onto the cushions. Mia said nothing at first. She just watched her friend from the doorway, her heart breaking for the woman who looked like a shadow of her former self. She walked over slowly, sat beside her, and pulled Lauren into a tight, warm embrace without a word.Lauren finally fell apart. She cried into Mia’s shoulder, her body shaking with the force of it. It was a raw, unfiltered sound, the kind that comes from the very bottom of the soul. Mia held her tight, one hand rubbing her back in slow circles while the other smoothed her hair back.“It’s okay,” Mia murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re here. You’re safe now. Just let it out.”When the tears finally slowed to a trickle, Mia leaned back just enough to me

Colt stayed exactly where he was, his hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly his knuckles burned white.Madison stood, waiting for his reaction. Her lips curved upward in a perfect, polished pout, her eyes shining with dark triumph. Colt pushed back his leather chair and stood. He turned to face them, his expression a mask of stone, though his chest felt like an invisible weight was crushing it.“Get out!” he said. His voice was low, vibrating with a coldness that should have made them shiver.Madison blinked, her smile faltering for a moment. “What? Colt, didn't you hear me? I just told you that I’m...”“I said get out!” he repeated. This time, his voice snapped like a whip, louder and sharper. “Both of you, right now.”Julia’s smile slipped, replaced by a look of annoyance. She adjusted her silk scarf with a sigh. “Colt, don’t be dramatic. This is serious. We need to discuss the doctor's appointments and the announcement to the board.”“Dramatic?” His voice was raw now, the

Madison slammed the front door behind her, the sound echoing through the grand foyer of her father’s house. She was breathing hard, her heart still racing from the high of the confrontation in Colt’s office. She kicked off her designer heels, letting them fall against the expensive wood floor.“Dad!” she called out, her voice sharp and ringing through the halls. “Dad, where are you? We need to talk.”Madison walked deeper into the house, her dress rustling as she headed toward the den. She found him seated in his favorite leather armchair, the glow of his tablet illuminating his face in the dimly lit room. He wore his reading glasses low on his nose, looking every bit the calm, controlled businessman he was.Grant frowned when he saw her face. He could see the frantic energy in her eyes and the way her lips twitched as if she were holding back a secret too big to keep.“What is it now, Madison?” he asked, his voice weary. “It’s late.”Madison didn’t sit down. She couldn't. She began t

“Oh my God.” Mia gasped as she shot upright on the bed, her phone trembling in her grip, and her eyes fixed on the screenLauren stepped out of the bathroom just then, with steam still clinging to her skin, and a bright yellow towel wrapped tightly around her chest. Her wet hair dripped onto her shoulders, sending small, cold beads of water down her back.“What? Mia, what is it?” she rushed toward the bed, her heart already racing. After everything that had happened, she was always waiting for the next blow to fall.Mia looked up, her eyes wide and panicked. For a split second, they met Lauren’s, then she quickly looked away, staring at the far wall. “Um, it’s… um… It’s nothing, girl. Really,” she said, her voice shaking. “Just stupid internet nonsense. You know how people talk online. Don’t even worry about it. Go dry your hair.”Lauren paused at the edge of the bed as she studied Mia’s face. She saw the forced smile that didn't reach Mia’s eyes and the way her fingers were clenching

Lauren stepped into the lobby of Quantum Technologies and felt her courage falter.The space was a cathedral of corporate power — soaring glass walls, polished white marble, and the kind of quiet that exists only in places where millions of dollars change hands every hour. What am I doing?She slowed her pace near the center of the lobby, her fingers curling tightly around the strap of her designer bag. She could still turn around. She could walk back through those revolving doors, hail a cab, and go back to Mia’s apartment. She could pretend she had never had this reckless idea.Then Colt’s face rose in her mind. She remembered the way his jaw had clenched in pain when he dropped her off, the way his shoulders had slumped under the weight of a world that was trying to crush him. She remembered the look in his eyes, the look of a man drowning, too proud to ask for a lifeline.Her feet moved before fear could stop them again. She had to do this for him.If she could convince Logan to