All Chapters of You Broke My Heart, Now Watch Me Rise : Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

Safe GroundTHE investigation took nine days. Eamon did not tell Elena the full scope of what he was doing during those nine days because she was recovering, and because the details were not the kind of details that aided recovery. He told her the broad strokes: he was looking into the truck, the driver, the chain of instruction that had led to that specific road on that evening. He told her he was not doing anything that would create legal exposure for either of them.He did not tell her about the three separate security sweeps of the house, the complete replacement of the vehicle fleet, the new encryption protocols installed on every device connected to his household network, or the two conversations he had with contacts whose existence he had never mentioned to anyone.He handled it carefully. He brought Elena and Evan home on a Tuesday morning, eleven days after the accident.Elena walked through the front door and stood in the hallway for a moment. He watched her take the house i

The Morning AfterELENA became aware of three things in quick succession. The first was that she was warm in a way that had nothing to do with blankets. The second was that her left arm was pinned beneath approximately six feet of a sleeping billionaire and had been for some time. The third was that the light coming through the curtains showed that the morning was past early, but not yet late and she was going to be late for work.She tried to extract her arm carefully but it didn't budge."You are awake," Eamon groaned softly, without opening his eyes."My arm is asleep," she said gently, still trying."Your arm can sleep a little longer.""Eamon I have work."He opened one eye. "You were in the hospital eleven days ago.""And now I am not," she said. "I have a presentation at nine and a department meeting at eleven and I am already—" She checked the clock and gasped. "I am already extremely late."That was when he opened both eyes. Then, without particular urgency, he sat up, took h

MichelleTHE presentation went well.Elena delivered it with the focused clarity of someone who had been preparing it for weeks and had refused to let a morning of press vans and uninvited office visitors reduce it to something smaller than it was. The senior stakeholders in the room were attentive. Two of them asked follow-up questions that indicated genuine engagement. One of them, a woman in her sixties who Elena had seen at board-adjacent events but never spoken to directly, caught her eye at the end and nodded once like she was satisfied with the presentation.Elena walked back to her office, sat down, and allowed herself thirty seconds of feeling good about it. Then she opened the access log again. The name was still there.There were seven visits to her file with no comments and no changes. The person was just reading through.She thought about what someone would do with that kind of reading. If you wanted to undermine a presentation rather than steal it, you would not copy it.

The MoveTHIS was the second time this week that this was happening. Elena getting shut out from Eamon's office when Michelle butted in. This time, she could barely hold the feeling that was curling up in her chest. Bright and hot jealousy, especially with how short Michelle had worn her dress today. Elena walked down the corridor away from Eamon's office and told herself she was not thinking about what was happening inside it.But she was thinking about it...She took the elevator to her floor and sat at her desk and opened her laptop and stared at the screen for some seconds before closing it again. The image of Michelle leaning across the conference table, the practiced warmth of her body language, the way she had looked at Eamon with the particular attention of a woman who had decided something and was in the process of executing it, was sitting in Elena's chest in a way that she could not fully comprehend, but she knew it.Jealousy.She admitted that it was present, inconvenient,