All Chapters of Threesome With My Husband And His Brother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

By six in the morning the kitchen table had become something else entirely. Torres's blue folder was open at one end. Grace's legal pad covered in her own handwriting sat beside it. Three phones between two people, two laptops, the remains of a pot of coffee that had gone cold two hours ago.Lily was still asleep on the couch. Grace had checked on her twice. Both times Lily had not stirred, which was the particular deep sleep of someone whose body had decided that enough had happened for one night and it was shutting down regardless of the circumstances.Emma arrived at seven without being asked, the way Emma always arrived when something was wrong, as if she had an instinct for it that operated independently of phone calls. She took one look at the table, the cold coffee and the open folders, and went directly to the kitchen to make a fresh pot.Rachel arrived twenty minutes later with a leather folio under her arm and the expression she wore when she had already been awake for sever

Tessa Designs was twenty minutes from the parking structure.Grace was out of the car before Torres had fully stopped talking in her earpiece. She heard Aiden behind her, heard Torres calling for a secondary unit to redirect, and she moved through all of it the way she had learned to move through chaos — not faster than she could think, but at exactly the speed of her thinking.Jennifer was outside on the pavement when they arrived, arms crossed tight over her chest, face pale in the cold night air. A security guard stood beside her. The building behind them had every light on, the way buildings look when something has happened inside them and everyone is afraid to turn anything off."They're gone," Jennifer said the moment Grace reached her. "All of it. The physical archive in your office, the backup drives in the cabinet behind your desk, the mood board wall. Everything you had on the spring collection. The folders going back to the beginning." Her voice was steady but her hands wer

Jennifer arrived at the FBI field office at nine in the morning looking like someone who had not slept and had spent the hours she should have been sleeping convincing herself that coming in was the right thing to do.Grace was already there. She had been there since eight, in the same clothes as the night before, running on coffee and the particular clarity that arrived on the other side of exhaustion when your body gave up fighting and simply got on with things.Torres brought Jennifer into the small interview room and Grace sat across from her and looked at her properly. Jennifer had been her assistant for four years. She had stayed when the business accounts were frozen and the clients were cancelling and the media was printing things about Grace that were designed to make her look unstable. She had stayed through all of it without being asked to.Grace looked at her now and thought about that. About what it meant that the credit card was in her name. About the device in the offic

Grace did not tell Emma about the surveillance footage.Not yet. She needed Emma steady and present and she needed to think clearly, and the footage — which Torres had called about that same afternoon, two hours after Emma's confession — had the potential to unsteady all three of them if she introduced it at the wrong moment.So she waited.She sat in the kitchen that evening while Emma and Aiden talked in the living room, the television on low in the background, and she turned the information over in her mind the way she turned fabric samples when she was trying to find a seam. Looking for where the thing had been joined. Where the join might give.Torres had pulled surveillance records from three locations. He had cross-referenced the dates on which Mason seemed to have known things he should not have — Grace's plans, her movements, the specific details that kept appearing in Mason's responses as if he had been in the room when she said them.On three of those dates, Emma had been a

Aiden thought about it for a long time before he answered.That was not evasion. That was the way Aiden engaged with questions that mattered — he did not fill the space with the first thing that came to him. He went looking for the accurate thing, which sometimes took longer than the easy thing.Grace waited. She kept her hands still on the table and looked at the calendar on the laptop screen and waited."It was Mason," Aiden said finally.Grace looked at him."Before your wedding," Aiden continued. "You were looking for a solicitor. I remember you mentioning it at a family dinner — you said you wanted your own representation for some of the property paperwork, independent of the Hartwell family lawyers. Mason said he knew someone. He gave you Rachel's name." He paused. "I remember because I thought it was unusually considerate of him at the time."Grace looked back at the calendar.Mason had given her Rachel.Mason, who planned everything in advance and left nothing to chance, who h