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Chapter 2: Whoever You Are
Author: Aria Winters
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By the time Ethan's car pulled out of the Whitfield driveway, it was almost midnight, and he had already stopped thinking about Gerald.

He was thinking about Clara's face.

She'd followed him out to the car, coat thrown over her shoulders, barefoot on the cold driveway, saying his name like it was a question she needed answered right now. He'd hugged her, told her he'd call her tomorrow, and gotten in the car before he could change his mind about all of it. It was the first real lie he'd told her in three years. He wasn't going to call tomorrow. He wasn't sure when he'd call at all.

His phone rang before he'd even left the neighborhood. Naomi.

"Tell me you're joking," she said, no hello. "Tell me you did not just sign divorce papers over dessert."

"I signed them at the lawyer's office. Tomorrow. Not over dessert."

"That is not the joke I meant and you know it." He heard her moving, papers shuffling, a door closing somewhere. Probably still at the office. Naomi was always still at the office. "Ethan. I've spent three years helping you hide a twelve-billion-dollar company from these people so you could eat their casseroles in peace. Are you telling me it's over? Just like that?"

"The marriage is over," Ethan said. "The rest isn't close to over."

There was a pause on the line, the kind Naomi used when she was recalculating something.

"Say that again."

"Gerald wants to marry Clara off to Marcus Ashworth to save the merger," Ethan said. "He gave me an exit and I took it. Cleanly. No fighting, no scene, nothing that makes me look dangerous to him."

"Okay."

"Buy Whitfield Group," Ethan said. "Quietly. Shell companies, three layers back from Cole Dynamics, nothing that traces to me for at least six months. I want their debt first. Then their contracts. Then, if it's still fun by that point, their reputation."

Naomi was quiet for a second. When she spoke again, he could hear the small smile in it, the one she got when a plan she liked was forming.

"You know this is going to look like revenge."

"It is revenge," Ethan said. "I'd just prefer it also makes money."

"Efficient villain," Naomi said. "I like it. What about Clara?"

Ethan looked out the window. Meridian City rolled past, glass towers lit up gold against the dark, one of them his, though almost nobody knew it yet.

"She's not part of this," he said. "Keep her firm out of anything we touch. If her name comes up in any deal, I want to know before we move, not after."

"Copy that. And when she asks where you went?"

"She won't have to ask for long," Ethan said. "She's smarter than her family gives her credit for. Give it a year. Maybe less."

He hung up before Naomi could ask the question he could hear forming anyway do you actually want her to find out, or are you just telling yourself that. He didn't have an honest answer yet, and it was late, and there was a company to take apart.

He didn't go to the guest room that night, obviously. He went to the penthouse he'd bought two years ago and never told Clara about, the one Naomi's assistant kept stocked with groceries nobody ate, because its whole purpose was to exist in case exactly this happened. He stood at the window for a long time, looking down at the city, and thought about how strange it was to feel more like himself in an empty apartment than he had in three years of a shared home.

He didn't sleep much. At six in the morning he was already dressed, already on a call with his legal team, walking through what "quiet acquisition" meant in practice a holding company in Delaware, another shell in Singapore, a name on the paperwork that wasn't his and wasn't Cole Dynamics and wouldn't raise an eyebrow at Whitfield Group's already-shaky bank.

By nine, he was sitting across a real desk, in a real office, wearing a suit that fit him properly for the first time in three years, being called sir by people who had no idea he'd spent the last thousand-plus nights being talked over at a dinner table like furniture.

"Mr. Cole." His lead counsel, a sharp woman named Priti, slid a folder across the table. "Whitfield Group's debt structure. It's worse than the public filings suggest. Gerald Whitfield has been leveraging against three different lenders to keep the Ashworth merger looking clean."

"How much of that debt can we buy?"

"All of it, if we want to spend the money quietly enough not to spook the other lenders." She tapped the folder. "Do you want to spend the money quietly?"

Ethan thought about Gerald's voice last night. Three years. It's been three years. Said like Ethan owed him an accounting for every day of it. Said like patience was something only Gerald Whitfield was allowed to run out of.

"No," Ethan said. "Buy it fast. I want him to feel the ground move before he understands why."

Priti almost smiled. "That's not the answer most clients give me."

"Most of your clients weren't married into it," Ethan said, and stood up. "Send me the paperwork by noon. I want the first tranche closed by Friday."

He was three floors up, in the middle of reviewing the Singapore shell's paperwork, when his phone buzzed with a text that wasn't Naomi and wasn't Priti.

Unknown number: This is Clara. I got your old number from Naomi's assistant please don't be mad at her, I basically begged. I don't know where you are or why you left like that. I just need to know you're okay. That's all. You don't have to explain anything. Just tell me you're okay.

Ethan looked at the message for a long moment. Then he typed, deleted it, typed again.

I'm okay, he finally sent. I'm sorry. I'll explain everything when I can.

Her reply came back almost instantly, like she'd been staring at the screen waiting.

Whoever you turn out to be, Ethan I'd still rather know the truth than keep loving a version of you that was never real.

He read it twice. Then he put the phone face-down on the desk, and went back to the Singapore paperwork, because it was the only thing in the building he currently knew how to do anything about.

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