All Chapters of You Shouldn’t Have Found Me : Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

The waiting room at the private clinic Sebastian had insisted on, gently, and with far less argument than usual, was quiet in the particular way of places designed to soothe nervous people, soft lighting, muted colours, a fish tank bubbling pointlessly in one corner.Zara sat between Sebastian and Chloe, her leg bouncing under the low table, Nathan pacing a slow, unnecessary circuit near the window."You can sit down," Chloe told him. "The scan isn't going anywhere.""I'm perfectly calm.""You've walked past that plant four times.""I'm admiring the plant.""It's plastic, Nathan.""I'm admiring the craftsmanship."Zara laughed despite the nerves sitting heavy in her chest, grateful, the way she so often was lately, for the particular chaos these two brought into every room they entered together."You're allowed to be nervous too," Sebastian murmured, close to her ear, his hand finding hers on the seat between them."I know. I keep waiting for something to feel wrong. Every appointment

The Geneva trip went smoothly for exactly two days.Zara had spent the mornings in back to back meetings with the Bregman European team, Nathan a quiet, steady presence at her side throughout, and by the second evening she'd allowed herself to properly relax for the first time in weeks, sitting in the hotel bar with a sparkling water and the particular satisfaction of a deal nearly closed.It was Nathan, oddly, who gave it away, a slip so small she almost missed it entirely."Table's fine," he said, when the waiter offered to move them nearer the window. "Marcus prefers this angle for the door."Zara looked up sharply. "Marcus?"Nathan's expression shifted, a fraction too slow to properly cover it. "The other officer. From the office. Not Vale. Different Marcus.""There's another Marcus here.""There's a security detail here, yes.""You said it was just you."Nathan set down his glass carefully, clearly recalculating how much damage had already been done. "Sebastian arranged additiona

"This one has a bath," Chloe said, standing in the doorway of the third flat they'd viewed that Saturday, "which I feel very strongly should be the deciding factor.""It has a bath the size of a shoebox," Nathan said, peering past her."A bath is a bath, Nathan. Not everyone needs to fit two people and a rubber duck comfortably.""I would like to fit two people and a rubber duck comfortably.""That's a very specific ambition."Zara, trailing behind them with considerably less enthusiasm for property viewing than either of the actual prospective tenants, leaned against the kitchen counter and watched the two of them bicker their way through another flat with the easy affection that had become, over the past year, one of her favourite constants."You're very quiet," Chloe said, catching her expression."Just enjoying the show.""We're a delight, obviously." Chloe crossed the small kitchen and lowered her voice slightly, enough that Nathan, still examining the bathroom's questionable plu

The solicitor's office felt different this time, less like a room full of other people's carefully guarded secrets and more like the site of something being properly, deliberately undone."The filing is straightforward enough," Pemberton said, sliding the paperwork across his desk toward Sebastian. "We're contesting the trust arrangement on the grounds that your father's original agreement was made under undue influence, given the circumstances surrounding the Ashcombe property transfer. It will likely draw Mr Blackridge's attention rather quickly.""That's rather the point," Sebastian said, signing his name with the same deliberate precision his father had apparently brought to every signature that had ever mattered.Zara sat beside him, one hand resting on the small, unmistakable curve of her stomach, watching the whole process with a steadiness that would have surprised her, months earlier, back when every mention of Adrian's name had sent her spiralling straight into old fear.She