Todos los capítulos de Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 114

9:00 a.m., Tuesday — Jenny’s OfficeCaspian pushed the door open at 8:58. He wore a gray suit, two shades lighter than the navy one he’d worn last time, paired with a tight-knotted navy tie. He was freshly shaven, his sideburns trimmed sharper than they’d been the prior Thursday, the skin beneath his eye sockets a shade darker than Jenny remembered. He carried no briefcase, both hands loose at his sides.Jenny sat behind her desk. Two black coffees sat on the surface: one before her, one across the table. Steam curled upward in thin white columns under the fluorescent lights, drifting together before dissolving into the air.He stepped inside and lowered himself into the opposite chair. The wood frame creaked. His fingertips brushed the ceramic mug, warmth seeping into his palms.“Thanks,” he said.“Drink it before it goes cold.”He took a sip. She took a sip. Neither spoke. The wall clock ticked steadily, each second hand tick tightening the air a little more.Jenny broke the silence

Three Weeks LaterSouthern District of New York Federal Court. The patent infringement trial officially opens.Jenny wears a shade she has never donned before — solid black. Blazer, slacks, blouse, every piece uniform in dark fabric. The only splash of color comes from the deep burgundy lipstick on her lips: Power, the very tube she wore to the charity gala weeks prior. Her hair is pulled into a low ponytail, loose strands slipping free from the elastic to brush faintly against the nape of her neck as she moves.The courtroom sits inside the federal tower in Lower Manhattan. It is a modest chamber; patent litigation rarely draws crowds to the public gallery, yet seven spectators fill the benches today. Three are journalists. Two hold shareholder proxies for Meridian. One is Rita. The last is Caspian Knight. He occupies the final row against the back wall, legs crossed, a black trench coat draped across his knees.Gerald Whitfield takes the defense table. His slick silver coif glints h