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All Chapters of One Night with My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend: Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: EMMA ASKS A QUESTION NO ONE EXPECTED

Emma comes for her scheduled visit on a Saturday.Isabella drops her at the door at ten, which is the arrangement Ethan formalized last week, two visits per week, structured but not rigid, the kind of schedule that gives a child enough predictability to relax into without making the whole thing feel like a court proceeding. Isabella does not come up. She texts when she arrives and waits in the lobby until Olivia confirms Emma is inside, and then she leaves, which is a particular kind of discipline that I have started to recognize as Isabella’s version of trying very hard.Emma comes through the door with her school bag and her astronomy book and the navy jacket she seems to wear everywhere, and she looks around the penthouse the way she always does, a brief inventory, checking that things are where they were last time. Satisfied that they are, she sets her bag down beside the console table and looks at me.“You were in the hospital,” she says.Not a question.“For one night,” I say. “

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: ISABELLA’S SISTER KNOWS SOMETHING

Rebecca Hart calls Ethan’s office on a Monday morning.Not Isabella’s attorney. Not through any official channel. Rebecca herself, directly, asking for Ethan Cross by name, identifying herself as Isabella Hart’s older sister, and requesting a private meeting without Isabella present. The receptionist flags it. Ethan calls Lucian. Lucian calls me.I am at my desk in the study when the call comes, technically resting in the modified way that Dr. Carter has approved, which means no Blackwood Holdings meetings but yes to the work I do from home on the ethics framework I have been quietly building since the conspiracy started showing its shape. Lucian puts Ethan on speaker.“She was specific,” Ethan says. “She said without Isabella. She said she has information that Isabella does not know she is sharing.”“She’s going around her sister,” I say.“Yes,” Ethan says. “Which means she either doesn’t trust Isabella to share it herself or she is protecting Isabella from being the one who shares i

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: THE PRESSURE THAT CRACKS A MARRIAGE

It starts on a Wednesday.Not with an argument. Not with a confrontation. It starts the way most real things start, quietly, incrementally, in the accumulation of small moments that individually mean nothing and collectively mean everything.Wednesday morning Lucian arranges an additional security detail for Emma without telling me. I find out from Daniel, who sends me the updated protection schedule as a courtesy copy, assuming I already knew. I did not already know.I set my phone down and pick it up again and set it down again and spend ten minutes deciding how to feel about it before deciding that what I feel is precise and specific and worth saying clearly.I wait until evening.Lucian comes home at seven with the distracted energy he carries when three things are running simultaneously in his head and he is managing all of them at partial capacity. He kisses my temple at the door. He asks about my appointment with Dr. Carter. He opens the refrigerator and looks into it without s

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: GABRIEL’S LEAK TO THE PRESS

I listen to the voicemail three times before I wake Lucian.Not because I need to hear it three times to understand it. Because I need those three listenings to decide what order to do things in, which is a habit I have developed over the past month, the instinct to sequence before I act, to know what I am going to do before I start doing it so that nothing I do becomes something someone else can use before I am ready.Nathan’s voice on the recording is different from the Nathan Sterling who sat across from me in the conference room with his hands flat and still on the file. That Nathan was performing. This Nathan sounds like a man who has been awake all night and has decided that whatever he left out of his statement is more dangerous to hold than to release.Mrs. Blackwood, the voicemail says. I left something out. There is a third payment. Not through the Meridian account. Through a different channel entirely. I don’t have the destination. I only know it existed because I saw the i

CHAPTER THIRTY: EVELYN BLACKWOOD’S PRIVATE BATTLE

I read the headline three times in Ethan’s office and then I put my phone face-down on the table and I do not pick it up again for eleven minutes.Not because I am not thinking about it. Because I am thinking about it so completely that picking up the phone would be redundant. My name in three headlines simultaneously. My pregnancy. My diagnosis. High-risk, sources fear for baby, the particular cruelty of medical information weaponized into a narrative designed to make me look fragile and Lucian look distracted and the company look unstable all in a single coordinated placement.Gabriel Kane is not escalating anymore.He is executing.Lucian is on the phone with Marcus before we leave Ethan’s building. I can hear Marcus’s voice from where I am standing, not the words, the tone, the flat controlled energy of a man who has been managing crises for twenty years and has just encountered one that requires more than management.In the car Lucian sits beside me with his phone in his hand and

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: THE CUSTODY QUESTION NO ONE WANTED TO ASK

Judge Eleanor Grant’s courtroom is smaller than I expected.I have built courtrooms large in my imagination, the way you build things you have never seen but have heard about in serious tones, high ceilings and dark wood and the particular gravity of a space designed to remind everyone in it that the stakes are real. This room has those things but in a compressed, functional way. Nothing ornamental. Nothing designed to impress. Just a room built for the specific purpose of deciding things that matter, stripped of everything that does not serve that purpose.Judge Grant herself is sixty, maybe, with the kind of face that has never bothered performing warmth and does not perform severity either. She simply is. She reads the documents in front of her with the complete attention of someone who believes that reading documents carefully is the foundation of every correct decision and has never seen evidence to the contrary.We sit on one side of the room. Ethan beside Lucian, me beside Etha

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: WHAT EMMA TOLD THE JUDGE

I bring Emma to the courthouse on a Thursday morning.Not in a Blackwood Holdings car with a security detail. In a cab, which was Emma’s preference when I asked her the night before how she wanted to get there. She said cars with drivers make her feel like she is being transported somewhere rather than going somewhere herself, and there is a difference, and I did not argue with that because she is completely right.She sits beside me in the back of the cab with her school bag on her lap and her astronomy book inside it and the particular composed expression she brings to things she has decided to take seriously. She is wearing the navy jacket. She is always wearing the navy jacket.“You don’t have to tell me what you’re going to say,” I say.She looks out the window. “I know.”“And you don’t have to tell me afterward what you said,” I say.She looks at me. “Don’t you want to know?”“Yes,” I say. “But what you say to Judge Grant is yours. I am just the person who gets you there.”She i

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