"Damian's face is swollen. His lip is split open. He can barely talk." Her breath came fast through the speaker. "You come to my office right now and apologize. Formally. In person. Or I will never forgive you for this."
Ethan’s jaw tightened. The good mood Aurora had left him evaporated like water on a hot skillet. Heat crawled up the back of his neck.
"Apologize," he repeated. The word tasted like ash."No."
"What?"
"I said no. I'm not apologizing." His voice was flat and steady. "Everything that happened was his fault. His and yours."
"We didn't do anything wrong!" Vivian's pitch climbed. "You attacked him out of nowhere, Ethan! Do you know how humiliating that was? For him? For me?"
A voice drifted in from behind Vivian.
"Viv, it's okay. Really."
That gentle, wounded tone. The one that made Ethan's skin crawl. "Don't force him. I don't want to be the reason you two have problems. If he doesn't want to apologize, I understand. I'd rather take the hit than cause trouble between you and your husband."
Ethan's grip on the phone tightened.
This piece of work. The man had turned being a victim into an art form.
And Vivian swallowed it whole.
"Did you hear that?" Her voice came back, trembling with righteous fury. "He's being generous. He's being understanding. Meanwhile you — you can't even manage basic decency. Can you stop being so jealous for one second?"
Ethan stared at the far wall of the café.
Across the table, Aurora set down her cup without a sound. Her eyes never left his face.
"Are you done?" Ethan said.
"I'm DONE when you apologize!"
"Then you'll be waiting a long time." A cold smile crossed his face. "I already told you, Vivian. Think whatever you want. Say whatever you want. I'm not apologizing to that man. Not today. Not ever."
Silence. Three seconds. Five.
"Ethan…"
She'd never heard him like this. In five years of marriage, he'd never once held his ground against her. Not once.
Why was he being so forceful and difficult today? She would just have to put in extra effort to coax him.
"Look," Her tone shifted. Softer. Almost conciliatory. "I know things have been… tense between us. I'm willing to meet you halfway. You come here, you apologize to Damian, and I'll make it worth your while. I'll agree to one request. Anything you want. Just — come and smooth this over."
Ethan's eyes narrowed.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Anything. You have my word."
"Fine." He straightened in his chair. "Cut Damian off. Completely. No contact, no calls, no meetings. He disappears from your life — permanently."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Then Vivian exploded.
"Are you out of your mind?!" Her voice cracked so hard the speaker distorted. "Damian is my colleague! He's my business partner! You can't just — you can't ask me to throw away a professional relationship because of your insecurity!"
"You said anything."
"I said anything reasonable! Pick something else — I'll do it, whatever it is — just not this. Not Damian." Her voice climbed higher, faster, words tumbling over each other.
"He hasn't done anything wrong! He's been nothing but supportive and you just — come here, Ethan. Come talk to him face to face. You'll see. He's a good person. Just come and smooth things over and everything will be—"
"Vivian."
His voice cut through hers like a blade through silk.
She stopped.
The café seemed to drop ten degrees. Aurora watched him from across the table, perfectly still, her espresso untouched.
There it was. The answer he already knew he'd get. She'd give up anything — except the one thing that mattered.
His chest ached. He'd given this woman three years. Three years of his life, his dignity, his silence. And when he asked for one thing — just one — she chose Damian Hale without hesitation.
His thumb hovered over the end-call button. He was done talking to this woman.
Then he stopped.
He needed to see her anyway. He needed her signature. And now she was practically begging him to come to her.
"Stay there," Ethan said. "I'm coming."
He hung up before she could respond.
The phone went dark. He set it face-down on the table.
Aurora raised one eyebrow. "You're going to Lockwood Industries."
"I need a divorce agreement." Ethan met her eyes. "Drafted, printed, and ready to sign before I walk through her door. Can you do that?"
Aurora studied him for exactly two seconds.
Then she pulled out her phone and dialed. One ring.
"Legal department. Priority one. Draft a standard divorce agreement, petitioner Ethan Carter, respondent Vivian Lockwood. No asset claims, no alimony, clean split." She paused. "I need it printed and in my hand in twenty minutes."
She hung up and stood, smoothing her blazer with one hand.
"I'll drive you."
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Rocco's fingers twitched.A low groan crawled out of his throat. He pushed himself off the floor. His vision swam. The bar tilted sideways, then righted itself.He staggered backward, three full steps, until his spine hit a table.His eyes found Ethan.Terror. Raw, animal terror—the kind that lived in the gut, not the brain. But underneath it, something hotter. Rage. The humiliation of being dropped in front of his own men by a single blow."Get him!" Rocco's voice cracked. He jabbed a bloody finger at Ethan. "All of you—together! I don't care how good he is, he can't take all of you at once!"His men hesitated. They'd just watched their boss crumble like wet cardboard."NOW!"The command broke through. They moved.All four rushed Ethan at once—from the front, the sides, closing the gap fast.Rocco didn't watch. His hand was already fumbling for his phone, smearing blood across the screen. He hit the contact and pressed it to his ear, backing toward the far wall.Two rings. "What?"
Chapter 89
The bar went still. Even the whispering stopped.Then the whispers exploded. "He's insane—" "One move? Against Rocco? The man's lost his mind—""Someone call an ambulance. Seriously. Call one now."Rocco stared at Ethan. The laughter was gone from his face. What replaced it was something hot and dark and deeply, personally offended."One move," he repeated slowly. Then his mouth twisted into something vicious. "Alright. I was going to leave you conscious. But since you want to play hero—"He rolled his neck. The crack echoed through the silent bar."—I'll put you in the ICU."Ethan didn't move. He was still sitting there. He even reached for his drink again.That was the last thing Rocco could take."Die then!" His right fist came in fast—a straight punch aimed dead at Ethan's face, launched with the full rotational power of a man who had knocked out fighters twice his opponent's size. The kind of punch that ended conversations. The kind of punch that ended consciousness."It's ove
Chapter 88
Ethan looked up from his glass. His expression didn't change."I am," he said. "Something I can help you with?"Rocco's lips curled into a sneer. He cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders."Yeah, actually." His voice carried across the silent bar. "I'm here on Marcus Donovan's orders. And Marcus wants me to beat the living hell out of you."The bar went dead quiet.Someone at the far end whispered: "Marcus Donovan?""The Marcus Donovan? The one who runs the development zone?""That guy is finished."Chloe stood frozen two steps from Ethan's table, the bottle clutched against her chest. Her eyes were wide—but not with fear."How dare you!" The words left her mouth before she could stop them, sharp and ringing. "How dare you threaten him!"Every pair of eyes shifted to her.Ethan's jaw tightened."Chloe." His voice cut through the air like a blade. "Walk away. Now."She turned to him, lips parting in protest. "But—""This has nothing to do with you." He didn't look at her. His eyes were
Chapter 87
"Let go?" The man grinned. "I just want you to sit down and have a drink with me.""I can't. I'm working.""Then quit." The waitress pulled her arm back. "I said no." Her voice had turned firm.The drunk man's eyes widened—then his lips split into a grin. Excited. The resistance was turning him on."Oh, she's got a mouth on her." He stood up, swaying, still gripping her wrist. His other hand reached for her waist. "I like that. I like a girl who fights back—"A hand closed around his forearm like a vise.The drunk man froze. He looked up.Ethan stood there, one hand locked around the man's wrist, his face expressionless. The whiskey warmth was gone from his eyes. What was left was cold and flat and very, very still."She told you to let go," Ethan said quietly.The drunk man blinked, trying to process. "Who the hell—""Get your hands off her." Ethan's grip tightened. The man's fingers spasmed open involuntarily, releasing the girl's wrist. "And get out.""You don't tell me what to—"
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"Marcus." He stopped in front of them. "I need to borrow a few of your guys."Marcus straightened. "For what?"Rocco's jaw worked. He glanced at Bianca—and something flickered behind his eyes. A calculation.Nathan's voice echoed in his head: Keep it clean. No names. And if Bianca or Marcus asks, you make it personal."A friend of mine got burned," Rocco said. "Badly. There's this guy—a con artist. He targets wealthy families, gets close to the women, charms his way in, then bleeds them dry. He humiliated my friend. Destroyed his reputation."Marcus's expression hardened. "And you want to handle it.""I want to break his legs." Rocco's voice was flat. "But that's not the worst part."He paused. Looked at Bianca."Word is he's been sniffing around your circle too. Trying to get close to someone connected to your sister—to you—to use that connection as leverage for a business deal."The temperature around the table dropped.Bianca's glass stopped halfway to her lips. Her eyes went cold.
Chapter 85
Nathan's hands were still shaking when he got into his car.He pulled up Rocco's number and hit dial before he'd even closed the door."Yeah?" "Rocco." Nathan's voice came out tight, clipped, buzzing with barely contained fury. "I need you to do something for me.""What kind of something?""The kind where a man ends up on the ground regretting every choice he's ever made." Nathan gripped the steering wheel with his free hand, knuckles white. "There's someone I need taught a lesson. A real one. The kind he doesn't walk away from smiling."A low whistle on the other end. "Who pissed you off this bad?""You'll get the details when you need them. Just tell me you're in."Rocco was quiet for a beat. Then: "I'm in. When?""Soon. I'll send you everything."Nathan hung up and sat there in the silence of his car, chest heaving, a vicious grin slowly spreading across his face.......Across town, in the basement level of a converted warehouse in the economic development zone, the air was thick
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