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112. The Second Attempt

Damien's POV I was halfway through a meeting when my phone began vibrating against the table.I ignored it the first time.The second time, I glanced at the screen.Security.I stood before anyone could ask why."Excuse me."I left the conference room and answered as soon as the door closed behind me."Damien Laurent.""Mr. Laurent, it's Daniel from building security. You need to come downstairs."Something in his voice made me stop walking."What happened?""There was an incident in the lobby. Claire is unharmed, but we'd like you to come down."I was already moving toward the elevator."What kind of incident?""We're still working that out. Security pulled her away before anything happened."The elevator doors opened.I stepped inside."Where is she now?""She's with the security supervisor."I ended the call.The elevator descended too slowly.By the time the doors opened onto the lobby, I could see Claire standing near the security desk with one of the guards beside her.She look

113. No More Secrets

Claire's POV I knew something was wrong before Damien said a word.He had been quiet throughout dinner, quieter than usual, and when we came upstairs he didn't follow me toward the bedroom. Instead, he stood near the windows with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the city while the lights moved across the glass.I waited.Eventually he turned. "There's something I should have told you."The way he said it made me put down the book I had been holding."About today?""About everything."I closed the book.He crossed the room and sat in the chair opposite me rather than beside me. That small distance bothered me more than if he had remained standing."I've been trying to keep certain things away from you because I thought knowing them would make you feel less safe."I looked at him. "That hasn't worked.""No." His mouth tightened."I know."I waited for him to continue."The police don't believe the ferris wheel collapsed because of an ordinary mechanical failure."I had already

114. The Memory of the Altar

Claire's POV The penthouse felt different when Damien wasn't in it.Not empty. The bodyguards were downstairs and one was stationed outside the private entrance, and I could hear the occasional movement of people whose entire purpose was to notice things I had once been able to ignore. But the rooms themselves seemed larger without Damien moving through them.I was standing in the kitchen with a cup of tea when I noticed the envelope on the counter.It was nothing important. Just something one of the guards had brought up with the morning mail, a business letter addressed to Damien.I picked it up, intending to carry it to his office.The sight of his name on the envelope made me stop and for some reason, I thought of Tiffany.Not the photograph and not the bracelet but the wedding.The thought arrived with such force that I had to put the envelope down.I stared at the counter and then the kitchen disappeared.I was standing in a hotel room with the door shut behind me, still wearin

115. The Woman Who Remembered

Claire's POV By seven o'clock, the dining table looked nothing like it usually did.I had covered it with a white cloth, lit the candles I had found in the back of a cabinet, and arranged two plates so carefully that I had moved them three times before deciding they were finally far enough apart to look elegant without making us feel as though we were attending a business dinner.There were flowers between us.There was wine I had no intention of drinking and there was food I had bought rather than cooked because I had finally accepted that Damien and I were both better at running a company than preparing a complicated meal.I stood back and looked at everything. It was a little ridiculous but I liked it.Tonight I was going to tell him what I had been too careful to say before.Not because I needed him to reassure me. Not because I needed my memories to tell me what I was supposed to feel. I simply wanted us to stop dancing around the fact that somewhere between the photographs, the

116. She Remembers

Tiffany's POV I was on my way back to my office when I heard Emma's voice coming from the break room.The door was partly open, and I would have walked past it without thinking if Damien's voice hadn't followed hers.I stopped.They were talking quietly, which meant they probably assumed nobody else was nearby. I could hear the hum of the refrigerator and the faint clink of a cup against the counter before Emma laughed softly at something he had said.I should have kept walking.Instead, I moved closer to the doorway."I still can't believe you didn't tell me sooner," Emma was saying.Damien gave a quiet laugh. "I wanted Claire to decide when she was ready."There was a pause."Does she really remember everything?"My hand tightened around the folder I was carrying.For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood her.Damien didn't answer immediately. When he did, his voice was lower."Everything."The folder nearly slipped from my hand.Emma exhaled slowly. "And she remembers the marria

117. The Trap

Damien's POV Reynolds called me just after six in the evening, when Claire and I had barely finished dinner. I knew something was wrong from the way he asked me to come to the station immediately, because he had stopped making unnecessary phone calls to me weeks ago. If he was calling instead of sending one of the brief messages we had become accustomed to receiving, whatever he had to say mattered.I left Claire with the security team and drove downtown, trying not to let my mind run ahead of the facts. That became harder the moment I walked into the interview room and saw Reynolds sitting across from another detective with a laptop open between them."What happened?"Reynolds motioned for me to sit. "We intercepted a call from Tiffany last night."I stared at him."She made the call herself?""Yes. The number belongs to a prepaid phone registered to someone else, but we've traced enough activity to establish that Tiffany was using it."I sat down slowly. "Who did she call?""We're

118. The Truth

Claire's POV I knew something had happened before Damien said a word.He came into the penthouse with a look I had learned to recognize over the past few weeks, the kind that meant he had heard something he wished he could have spared me from. He took off his jacket and placed it over the back of a chair, but instead of coming straight to me, he stood there for a moment as though trying to decide how to begin.I closed the book in my lap."What did they find?"Damien looked at me."Tiffany confessed."I felt my stomach tighten."When?""After she was arrested."He came over and sat beside me. I could see the strain in his face now, and when he took my hand, his fingers closed around mine more firmly than usual."She admitted everything," he said. "The ferris wheel. The sabotage. All of it."I had spent so long wondering whether we would ever know for certain that the accident had been deliberate that hearing the answer should have brought relief. Instead, I felt a cold heaviness sett

119. The Woman He Chooses

Damien's POV I took Claire to the coast because I wanted somewhere that belonged to neither of us.For years, almost every place we had shared carried some piece of our marriage with it. The penthouse held four years of ordinary mornings, arguments over schedules, dinners Maria had prepared, evenings when Claire would sit at the kitchen island with her laptop while I worked nearby. Laurent Group belonged to both of us in a different way. Even the city seemed crowded with places where I could remember seeing her beside me, usually without realizing at the time how deeply those moments had settled into my life.I wanted one place that didn't belong to the marriage we had already lived.I wanted somewhere where I could ask her to marry me again without pretending the first time had never happened.We arrived at a private stretch of coastline just before sunset. The property belonged to a friend who rarely used it, and there was a small stone house overlooking the water with a terrace th

120. His First Cry

Claire's POV A few months had passed since Damien proposed, and by the time I reached the final weeks of my pregnancy, I had become accustomed to the strange mixture of anticipation and impatience that came with knowing our son could arrive at any time. The nursery was ready, the tiny clothes were folded into drawers, and the crib Damien had assembled with ridiculous concentration stood beneath the window. We had spent months imagining him, arguing over names, wondering whose eyes he would have, and trying to picture what our lives would look like once there was a baby in the middle of them. None of those conversations had prepared me for the reality of realizing that I could meet him any day.That evening, I was standing in the nursery with one hand resting beneath my stomach when a tightening sensation began low in my abdomen. I had experienced enough Braxton Hicks contractions to know the difference between discomfort and something worth mentioning, but this felt different. I wait

121. EPILOGUE

Claire's POV Two years had passed since Jaxon was born, and somehow the penthouse had become even louder than it had been when it was only Damien and me. Jaxon had developed a particular talent for finding whatever he was not supposed to touch, which usually meant Damien’s watch, my earrings, the contents of a kitchen drawer, or anything edible that happened to be within reach. That morning, I found him sitting beneath the dining table with half a piece of toast in one hand and Damien’s tie wrapped around his neck like he had somewhere important to be.I stopped in the doorway and stared at him while he looked up at me with the completely untroubled expression of a child who knew perfectly well that he was guilty and had already decided it was everyone else’s problem.“Jaxon,” I said, trying not to laugh, “why are you wearing your father’s tie?”He glanced down at himself as though he had only just noticed it, then took another bite of toast.From behind me, Damien said, “Because app

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