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ELEVEN

FIONAI was barely holding it together when he reached for my hand.I looked up into those deep brown eyes, and for a second the room narrowed around us. The handshake lasted too long, long enough to feel wrong. I cleared my throat and pulled away. I didn’t need Mr. Hale noticing anything out of place.We left the building the same way we’d entered. Mr. Hale was pleased. The deposition, in his opinion, had gone well. He believed this angle could shift responsibility away from Delaney or at least create enough doubt by pointing toward the software instead of the user.I responded when needed, nodding at the right moments, but my mind was still upstairs in that glass room.The car ride back was quiet. When we returned to the office, I went straight to the bathroom.I locked myself in and gripped the edge of the sink, staring at my reflection. My life felt unreal. On impulse, I did what I should’ve done weeks ago.I googled him.Flavian Navarro.Not just him: his companies, acquisitions,

TWELVE

FIONAThe workday dragged.I looked at the clock more times than I could count, willing the minutes to move. Luna sending me to the filing room was a small mercy. At least there, my hands had something to do to distract me.As I sorted through files for the Delaney case, my thoughts slipped where I didn’t want them to.Flavian Navarro.His quiet authority. The way he didn’t have to raise his voice to command a room. The way my pulse betrayed me whenever I felt his attention shift in my direction.Today, CPS would decide if I was a capable mother or a cautionary tale. When this was over, I told myself I would never have to see him again.That should have felt like relief.It didn’t.The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of paperwork. At four-thirty, I shut down my computer and left. My neighbor had already picked up my son, so I headed straight to her place first.We walked back together, his small hand tucked into mine.Inside, I did a quick sweep of the house. Clean and tidy. M

THIRTEEN

FIONAHe had to be messing with me.There was no other explanation for why I was standing in front of Navarro Technologies again, the glass tower cutting into the sky like it had something to prove. Mr. Hale had told me to come straight here instead of the office.The elevator ride felt longer this time.His secretary greeted me with the same polished smile. “You can join your team in the conference room. Mr. Navarro will be with you shortly.”Of course he would.Inside, Mr. Hale, his associate, and two senior partners were already seated. I took a chair near the end of the table and opened my notebook, trying not to question why I’d been included.Then the door opened.Flavian Navarro walked in like gravity worked differently for him.“Gentlemen,” he said, nodding at my coworkers. “Let’s get to business.”He didn’t look at me.A small, irritating sting hit my chest, but I pushed it down. I was here to work.The conference room was glass on all sides, the city spread beneath us like a

FOURTEEN

FLAVIAN’S POVI tried not to stare, but my eyes had a mind of their own, following her as she excused herself from the conference room. Probably the bathroom. No one objected.We wrapped up shortly after. I told them my assistant would follow up. My former lawyers had been a disaster two senior partners pointing fingers at each other. Exactly the kind of circus I didn’t need with this case hanging over my head.Hale’s firm was better. More than that I’d made sure everyone who’d attended the deposition was here today. I needed to see her again.After shaking hands with the lawyers, I left to grab a few documents from my office before heading toward the elevator. The doors were sliding closed when I stopped them.They opened again.Fiona.Our eyes locked for a long beat before she cleared her throat. “Are you going to get in?” Her voice betrayed nothing.I stepped inside.Guilt twisted in my chest, confusion close behind. Did she hate me? She should. And yet the way she looked at me mad

FIFTEEN

FIONAWhen he offered to walk me to my car, I thought it was cute so I let him.It wasn’t far, but the company was nice. a little too nice. It felt easy in a way nothing between us had ever been.Then his phone rang.I watched the warmth leave his face mid‑call. Whatever he heard dragged him somewhere cold and distant. By the time he hung up, the man who’d walked beside me was gone.“I need to get going” he said.No goodbye.I stood there for a moment after he left, the quiet of the parking lot settling around me, then shook it off and got in my car. I drove straight back to the office.I was updating Luna on the meeting notes when Mr. Hale’s associate appeared.“He’d like to see you.”My stomach tightened as I walked to his office.“Fiona, have a seat.”“Thank you, sir.”“I’m sure you know why you’re here.”“No, sir.”He chuckled. “Relax, You’re not in trouble. on the contrary, You’ve been doing excellent work.”Relief loosened my shoulders. “Thank you, sir.”He explained that Luna w

SIXTEEN

FIONAIt had been a week since I got those unnerving text messages. I had only told my neighbour because she had noticed I was more on edge when it came to Flavian. She brushed it off, saying some kids played pranks like that all the time. Luna’s going-away party was today.I had channelled most of my frustrations and worries this past week into throwing her an amazing party, and the best thing was that she had no idea. The cherry on top was that I wasn’t on a budget. Mr. Hale had instructed his assistant to make sure I had whatever I needed.The party was going to be at a small bar just off the street from the office. I had set everything up already and would be leaving earlier than everyone else to make sure it was all in place.I entered Mr. Hale’s office to let him know what time to get luna to the bar when he informed me that some clients would be at the party.“i thought it would be great to have some clients over,” he said. “Just the bigger accounts.Suddenly my hands felt cl

SEVENTEEN

FLAVIANI arrived at the bar later than planned, the last call of the day still echoing in my head. My assistant had insisted I show my face—good optics, she said.But business had nothing to do with why I was here.I stepped inside, noise and laughter crashing over me, but my focus narrowed instantly.Her.Fiona stood near the edge of the room, microphone in hand, laughing as she tried to keep up with the karaoke lyrics. She wasn’t polished or trying to impress anyone and somehow, that made her impossible to look away from.The outfit she wore hugged her frame just enough to be distracting without trying to be. She moved easily, confidently, like she belonged anywhere she stood. When she laughed at something someone said, the sound cut through the music and chatter and landed straight in my chest.I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing her smile.I stayed back, drink in hand, watching until she finished. She stepped down, cheeks flushed, heading toward the bar.That was as mu

EIGHTEEN

FIONAI don’t remember climbing the stairs.I just wake up in my bed with a pounding headache and memories of last night crashing back all at once.luna's party.Flavian.Sean.Sean.My eyes fly open.So that wasn’t a nightmare.The clock reads 8:02 a.m. My head feels stuffed with bricks. I force myself into the shower before Desiree drops Flavian off. Hot water helps, but not enough. Coffee will have to do the rest.I’m halfway through my first mug when my phone rings.Unknown number.I answer without thinking.“Hello?”“If it isn’t the party girl.”My stomach flips.Flavian.“Hi,” I say, suddenly more flustered than I was last night.He chuckles softly. “How bad’s the hangover?”“My head feels like I was run over.”“ the best cure is real food. Don’t drown in coffee alone.”“I was going to heat up some leftovers.”There’s a pause — not awkward. Comfortable.“Thanks for last night,” I say. “And for bringing me home.”“I had your car dropped off this morning.”I turn toward the windo

NINETEEN

FIONAThe word custody echoes in my head long after I leave Mr. Hale’s office.Full custody.Sean doesn’t want visitation. He doesn’t want to talk.He wants to take my son.My hands are shaking so badly I have to grip the edge of my desk to steady myself. The office buzzes around me, phones ringing, keyboards clacking, but it all sounds distant—like I’m underwater.Mr. Hale had offered to connect me with one of the firm’s family attorneys. I told him yes before pride could interfere.I need help.I step into the hallway and dial the only other person I can think of.He answers on the second ring.“Fiona?”My voice cracks before I can stop it. “He filed for custody.”Silence.Then his tone changes instantly. Controlled. Focused.“Where are you?”“At work.”“I’m coming.”“You don’t have to—”“I’m coming,” he repeats.And something in me unclenches.He’s there in less than twenty minutes.I don’t ask how.When he walks through the office doors, every head turns, but I barely notice. I on

TWENTY

FIONAMy hands are trembling so badly I nearly drop the phone.The video keeps replaying in my head.Flavian walking out of school. That little bounce in his step when he’s excited.Sean was there.Watching him.A cold wave crashes over me.“He knows where flavian goes to school,” I whisper.Flavian goes completely still.And that terrifies me more.“Let me see,” he says quietly.I hand him the phone.He watches the video once.Then again.His expression hardens with every second.By the time it ends, the warmth I’ve come to associate with him is gone.Replaced by something sharp.Dangerous.“Okay,” he says calmly.Okay?“That’s it?” My voice cracks. “That’s not okay!”“No,” he says, meeting my eyes. “It’s not.”His jaw tightens.“But now I know what he’s doing.”The certainty in his voice cuts through my panic.“You’re not scared?” I ask.His gaze darkens.“I’m furious.”The words land like a spark in dry grass.And suddenly, I realize something.Flavian isn’t panicking because he’s

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