HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

“And the Rook default?”

“Restructured.”

“The Asterion license?”

“Restored under corrected attribution.”

“You would allow the company to continue using it?”

“I built the system to create something,” I said. “Not to bury it with my marriage.”

For the first time that day, Julian smiled openly.

Not because Graham had fallen.

Because I had chosen not to become continue reading …