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This time, Tina did not argue with her mother. Not because she agreed with her. But because she felt tired. Tired of explaining. She felt tired of hearing the same truth she was not ready to accept. And she was tired of pretending that this conversation would change anything. She calmly placed her cutlery down. The soft clink of metal against the plate broke the silence at the table. Tina wiped her mouth gently and stood up. She stepped closer to her parents and bent down, placing a light kiss on her mother’s cheek, then her father’s. “Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad,” she said softly. Then she turned and walked away, climbing the stairs without looking back. As soon as Tina disappeared upstairs, Siara turned to her husband. “I think she knows,” Siara said quietly. Gerald continued eating, his face unreadable. “I’m certain of it,” Siara went on, worry filling her voice. “She knows we’re hiding something from her. And that scares me.” Gerald finally looked up. “Why?” he aske

Finally, Cassienne felt seen. People were no longer walking past her like she didn't exist. Now, they paused and looked at her with admiration. At least, their whispers weren't gossiping. And their staring wasn't disgusting either. All she could see in their eyes was pure shock and love. Now, Cassienne walked with confidence, keeping her chin lifted, her steps measured and calm. But inside her, her heart was pounding. She wasn't used to getting these tyres of positive attention in Auralink. Despite the fact that she was Dreston's wife at that time. Even now, despite the fact that she is divorced. They still addressed her as Mrs Tremont. She was going to correct that later. Looking back, she once walked these halls as a woman who had to work twice as hard to be noticed.A woman whose ideas were often questioned, revived, or quietly taken over by others. A woman people had believed had only climbed as far as she did because of her marriage. Now, things are different. This was an

Dreston felt the blood drain from his face. Tina, why are you complicating things now? He exhaled slowly before turning back to Cassienne. “I’m sorry about that,” he said, his tone sincere. Cassienne only smiled. She looked calm and unbothered. Her professionalism can not be ignored. “It’s okay,” she replied evenly. “I actually need to discuss something with you.” Dreston nodded, looking pleased. “Please, have a seat.” He gestured toward the sofa area of his office. Cassienne walked over and sat down gracefully, crossing her legs with practiced ease. Everything about her was composed. Her posture was straight. And her expression was calm. Even the way she placed her tablet beside her, everything about her is different from the woman he thought he knew. And for reasons he couldn’t fully explain, pride swelled in his chest. This version of Cassienne has confidence. Her self-assuredness was unshaken—it was breathtaking. She wasn’t rattled. She wasn’t emotional. She hadn’t reacte

The moment froze in Cassienne’s mind, pulling her back to a memory she had tried for years to bury. It was in high school. That was when Tina had already won Dreston’s heart. Cassienne remembered walking beside Tina that day, the hallway loud with laughter. Neither of them noticed the banana peel on the floor. She still didn’t know how it got there, but it was there—and they both stepped on it at the same time. What happened next had shocked her. Tina fell hard. She screamed and ended up spraining her ankle. But Cassienne never touched the floor. Dreston had been fast. He was so fast that he reached her in time, his arms catching her before she fell, shielding her like instinct guided him. Cassienne could still remember the feel of his hands, the shock in her chest, the way her heart had raced afterward. She never forgot that moment. For a long time, she held on to it. It became one of the many reasons she believed that, deep down, Dreston cared. Maybe he was just con

Merrick stood in his office, leaning back against the edge of his desk with a tablet in his hands. His fingers scrolled through lines of data and reports, but his eyes weren’t truly seeing any of it. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his forearms. On the surface, he looked calm and composed—the picture of a man fully in control. Inside, however, he was anything but calm. No matter how hard he tried to focus, his mind kept drifting. Frustration built slowly, tightening in his chest. He almost cursed under his breath but stopped himself. Losing his temper wouldn’t fix anything. Ever since Cassienne left, every decision that once needed her approval now landed squarely on his desk. He was doing the work of two offices, carrying responsibilities that had never been meant for one person alone. And as if that wasn’t enough, his meeting with Dreston Tremont refused to leave his mind. Merrick hated the fact that he had even agreed to meet him—hated it more that he