บททั้งหมดของ DON'T BEG ME NOW, MR. ARMSTRONG : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

The evening air was cooler than I’d expected.Maybe it only felt that way because I’d spent the entire day buried beneath documents, spreadsheets, legal records, and enough evidence to destroy several people’s careers.Or maybe it was because it had been a long time since I’d gone for a walk without constantly looking over my shoulder for Kai.That thought hit me the moment Brandon and I stepped into Lincoln Park.The familiar pathway stretched ahead of us beneath rows of trees, and for a second, I wasn’t seeing the present.I was seeing Kai.A much smaller Kai.One with sticky fingers and ice cream smeared all over his face.A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.Brandon glanced sideways.“What?”I shook my head.“Nothing.”He gave me a look that clearly said he didn’t believe me.Unfortunately, he knew me well enough these days to recognize when I was lying.The realization should’ve bothered me.Instead, it felt strangely comforting.I looked ahead again.Toward the ice cream s

For several seconds after Victor spoke, nobody moved.Nobody breathed.Nobody said a word.The room that had felt almost victorious only moments ago suddenly seemed much smaller.Much quieter.My heart was pounding hard enough that I could hear it.Dean just made his move.The sentence repeated itself inside my head.Again.And again.And again.“What move?”The question left my mouth before I could stop it.Victor looked toward me.Then Brandon.Then back to me.For a moment, I genuinely thought he wasn’t going to answer.The old man had an irritating habit of withholding information for dramatic effect.Unfortunately, this didn’t look like one of those moments.This looked worse.Finally, Victor exhaled.“He called a press conference.”I blinked.Then blinked again.“A what?”“A press conference.”For several seconds I simply stared at him.Waiting for the rest.When it didn’t come, I frowned.“That’s it?”Victor’s eyebrows rose.“That’s it?”“Victor, you made it sound like he decla

JoanThe courthouse looked exactly the same.I hated that.The same stone steps.The same glass doors.The same flags fluttering in the wind.The same people moving in and out as though lives weren’t being changed inside every single day.The same place where I’d lost Kai.I stood at the bottom of the steps for several seconds, staring up at the building.My stomach churned.My palms felt cold.My chest felt tight.And suddenly I was right back there.Standing outside the courtroom.Watching Dean walk away with my son.Watching Kai look back at me.Watching my entire world collapse.A warm hand touched the small of my back.Not pushing.Not steering.Just there.Grounding me.I looked sideways.Brandon stood beside me.Dark coat.Hands in his pockets.Expression calm.Steady.The same expression he’d worn every time I’d nearly fallen apart over the past few weeks.“You okay?”The question was quiet.Simple.I appreciated that he never asked if I was sure.Never asked if I wanted to le

DeanBy the time I got home, I felt like I’d aged ten years.The drive back had been a blur of traffic lights, unanswered phone calls, and the increasingly uncomfortable realization that people were beginning to avoid me. Not the media. Not strangers online. People I’d known for years. Men who had once returned my calls before the first ring finished. Men who had begged for meetings and invitations and introductions.Now they were suddenly unavailable.Busy.Out of town.In meetings.Anything except willing to speak to me.The hearing being moved forward should have been the thing occupying my thoughts.Five days.Five goddamn days.That was all Joan had managed to gain.Five days.Objectively, it wasn’t much.Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew something I didn’t.Victor’s involvement only made the feeling worse.The old bastard had always been dangerous when he was quiet.And lately he’d been very quiet.I parked in the driveway and sat there for a moment with the engine

I didn’t remember the drive back from Joan’s office.One moment I was being escorted out of her building by security guards who were trying very hard not to make eye contact with me, and the next I was sitting in my car with both hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough to hurt.The engine was running.The radio was off.Traffic moved around me.And all I could think about was the look on her face.Not fear.Not nervousness.Not the cautious hesitation she’d worn for years whenever we argued.Confidence.The memory made something ugly twist inside my chest.Joan had looked at me as though I were the one losing.As though she knew something I didn’t.As though she’d already won.I closed my eyes.Immediately regretted it.Because the second I did, I saw her office again.Saw her sitting behind that desk.Saw the security guards.Saw myself being removed from a building I’d entered expecting to intimidate her.The humiliation burned.Not because of what happened.Because people had