Chapter 16 _ The Recording

The brownstone stayed dark all day. No lights, no movement near the windows. The reporters had doubled again by noon—someone had leaked Julian’s full name and professional history, and now the tabloids were calling him “the therapist who preyed on a grieving husband.” “homewrecker." Alex sat on the floor with his back against the couch, laptop balanced on his knees, reading the latest filing from Sophia’s lawyers. Julian paced behind him, barefoot, wearing nothing but loose gray sweats that hung low on his hips.“They want a deposition,” Alex said. “Both of us. Next week. She’s claiming I was unstable after the accident and you exploited that for personal gain.”Julian stopped pacing. “She’s not wrong about the unstable part. We both were.”Alex closed the laptop. He looked up at Julian—jaw tight, eyes tired, the fresh hickey from yesterday still dark on his collarbone—and felt the same pull he’d felt since the second interview. Not just want. Need.“Come here,” Alex said.Julian ca

Chapter 17 _ The Deposition

The lawyers scheduled the deposition for Wednesday at nine in a neutral conference room downtown—neutral meaning the building had a back entrance and armed security. Alex and Julian slipped out of the brownstone at six-thirty in the morning wearing baseball caps and hoodies like fugitives. The last two reporters still camped on the street barely got a photo before the car door slammed.In the elevator up to the twenty-third floor Julian’s hand found Alex’s and squeezed once. No words. They both knew what was coming.Sophia was already in the room when they walked in. She sat at the far end of the long table in a simple black dress, hair pulled back tight, no makeup. She looked smaller, older, like the last two weeks had carved the last soft edges off her. Her eyes flicked to Julian for half a second—flat, unreadable—then settled on Alex.The court reporter swore them in. The lawyers started with the easy questions. Dates. Assets. When the marriage effectively ended. Alex answered in

Chapter 18 _ The Last Hearing

The courtroom smelled like old wood and desperation. Alex sat at the defendant’s table in the only suit he still owned, Julian beside him in a plain navy jacket that looked borrowed. No ties. No armor. The judge had already ruled on the company—Sophia got controlling interest pending final divorce. The trusts for the boys were frozen “in their memory.” Today was just the final division of what little was left: the penthouse, the lake house, the offshore accounts Alex had tried to shield. Sophia sat across the aisle, back straight, eyes fixed on the judge. She didn’t look at them once. The lawyers argued for forty minutes. Alex’s team talked about mutual fault and irreconcilable differences. Sophia’s team played the grieving mother card again—dead sons, betrayed trust, a therapist who had weaponized her grief. Julian’s name came up like a curse. Alex felt every syllable land in his chest like a dull hammer. When the judge finally spoke, his voice was dry. “Given the evidence

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Chapter 16 _ The Recording

Chapter 17 _ The Deposition

Chapter 18 _ The Last Hearing