Chapter Five -The Plan
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Reyna’s POV
The morning light felt cruelly bright.
I’d barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face , in fact,both of their faces.
Marcus Hesse.
Jeremy Hesse.
Father and son.
The universe really did have a sense of humor.
I leaned against the counter, my fingers tight around a cup I hadn’t touched. The news from last night still echoed in my head ,Marcus’s silence when I’d told him who his son was, the way his expression had broken just slightly before he hid it again. That same restraint, that same poise , like father, like son.
My jaw tightened.
They were so alike, it made me sick.
There was a knock on the door. Sharp. Nervous.
I sighed, setting the cup down. “It’s open.”
Celine slipped in, sunglasses perched over her swollen eyes, a suitcase handle gripped in one trembling hand. She looked smaller than I remembered ,ashamed, fragile.
“Hey,” she said softly.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
She lingered by the door, shifting her weight. “I came to pick up the rest of my stuff. .Ifound a sublet downtown. I thought it’d be easier for both of us if I just….”
“Left,” I finished for her.
She nodded, tears already threatening to spill.
For a moment, I almost pitied her. Almost.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen, Rey,” she whispered. “It was stupid. I was stupid.”
“You were,” I said flatly. “But at least you’re self-aware now.”
She flinched but didn’t defend herself. “He said you two were over.”
“We were,” I admitted. “But that doesn’t make what you did any less pathetic.”
Celine’s voice broke. “I can’t stay here. I can’t even look at you”
“Then don’t.”
The words came out colder than I meant them, but I didn’t stop.
She hesitated, then dragged her suitcase out, closing the door softly behind her.
When the lock clicked, I finally exhaled.
The silence that followed was heavy but cleansing.
Let her run. Let them all run.
I had no space left for guilt , at least not anymore.
By the time I reached the hospital, the air outside was still crisp, the sky the pale color of restraint. Everything looked normal. My phone buzzed from my bag, it was my mom. “ Reyna my love, I hope you’re doing well?” she asked. I realized her voice wasn’t as stable , she probably might not be in the best of conditions I know but the Maureen Martinez that I knew, she’d never say she wasn’t well. I had taken a bit of that from her but I knew I was better
But under my calm expression, my thoughts burned.
Marcus’s voice echoed in my head.
Would it have made a difference?
It would have made every difference.
He had been kind that night. Gentle, even. The kind of quiet that felt like refuge. I’d hated how easily I’d trusted him , how easily I’d let the mask slip.
And now, that same man was my ex’s father.
The irony didn’t hurt anymore; it hardened me.
In the OR, I let my work consume me. Precision. Focus. A scalpel, a suture, a patient whose life depended on nothing but the steadiness of my hands. That was the one place I still had control.
When the last procedure ended and I stepped out of the sterile room, I felt the rush of exhaustion and adrenaline mixing into something steadier resolve.
I went to my office, locked the door, and opened my laptop.
If fate had decided to drop Marcus Hesse into my world, then I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.
I started reading through the project proposal again ,the same one from yesterday’s meeting. The funding agreement meant Hesse Biotech would have representatives working closely with our surgical team. Which meant meetings, strategy sessions, and plenty of proximity.
Perfect.
If Jeremy wanted to play games with loyalty and betrayal, I’d show him what real consequences looked like , not through drama, not through tears, but through silence and power.And that power , I’d use to take care of my sick mom.
His father was my leverage.
But this time, I wasn’t going to be reckless.
This time, I’d be the one writing the rules.
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.
“Come in,” I said.
Dr. Patel, one of the senior consultants, poked her head in. “Reyna, Mr. Hesse and his son are back for the department walkthrough. The director wants you to join.”
Of course he did.
I straightened my coat, smoothed my hair, and nodded. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
As the door closed, I caught my reflection in the glass.
Calm, polished and unreadable,exactly how I needed to be.
The tour was polite and predictable. Administrators smiled; Marcus asked intelligent questions; for Heremy, I didn’t observe, I cared less.
I walked beside the director, my voice steady as I explained the new surgical wing’s design. When I finally caught Marcus’s gaze across the corridor, there it was again , that silent weight, the apology in his eyes he couldn’t voice.
Good. Let him feel it.
He was still the poised, deliberate, and restrained man from that night -but now I saw the cracks. The guilt he tried to hide. The confusion. The fear that I might say something to his son.
I wouldn’t. Not yet.
Instead, when the director suggested a follow-up strategy session, I stepped forward smoothly. “I can lead it,” I said. “Dr. Hesse and I can discuss the technical outlines before we involve the rest of the board.”
The director looked pleased. “Excellent idea, Dr. Martinez.”
Jeremy grinned. “So you’ll be working closely with my dad then?”
“Yes,” I said, returning his smile with precision. “Very closely.”
Marcus’s expression barely shifted, but I saw the flicker of unease.
Later, when the crowd had dispersed and the corridor emptied, I walked beside Marcus toward the elevator.
“Reyna,” he said quietly.
“Dr. Martinez,” I corrected, without looking at him.
He hesitated. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
“This… whatever it is you’re planning.”
I turned to face him, letting my voice drop to a near whisper. “You think too highly of yourself, Marcus. I’m not planning anything.”
He searched my face, but I held his gaze until he looked away.
The elevator doors opened, and we stepped in. The space felt smaller than it was ,too much air, too many words unsaid.
When the doors slid shut, I spoke again. “You should probably tell your son the truth before someone else does.”
He froze. “Don’t play with me, Reyna. My reputation matters more than you realize.”, his eyes scanning mine.
“You wouldn’t dare” he warned, moving towards me as my back pressed against the elevator walls.
I smiled faintly. “I haven’t decided yet.”
The elevator chimed. Ground floor.
I stepped out, leaving him standing there, his reflection caught in the mirrored walls.
That evening, I sat on my balcony as the city lights blinked awake one by one. The air smelled faintly of rain.
For the first time since everything fell apart, I felt steady.
The plan wasn’t about destruction anymore. It was about balance. Justice.
If Marcus wanted to save his reputation and his company’s image, he’d have to face me. If Jeremy wanted to keep pretending the past didn’t exist, he’d have to watch as I became the one person his father trusted most.
And when the truth finally came out when all their carefully built worlds began to c***k I’d be there to make sure they saw me standing on the other side.
Not as the woman they broke.
But as the one they underestimated.
I opened my laptop and drafted an email to the board liaison:
Subject: Follow-up on Surgical Partnership – Coordination with Dr. Hesse
Dear Board,
Following today’s successful walkthrough, I’d like to schedule a series of technical sessions with Dr. Marcus Hesse over the next few weeks to refine procedural integration.
Regards,
Dr. Reyna Martinez
I reread it once, smiled, and hit send.
The first move had been made
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