Something fishy
Ayisha knew her sister too well. Tessa wasn’t just a friend now, she was her sister. They were now sisters.
They had been through storms together—betrayals, losses, humiliations, and wars fought in courtrooms and boardrooms. Tessa had always been her anchor: steady, transparent, incapable of keeping even the smallest secrets. If she had a bad dream, she told Ayisha. If she had a new thought about their lawsuit, she shared it immediately.
But lately, something was different.
It started small. A missed phone call here, a vague answer there. Then came the strange silences when Ayisha pressed her about her feelings toward Chloe and Ares. Tessa’s eyes would dart away, her tone would harden, and she’d change the subject.
Ayisha noticed. Ayisha always noticed.
That evening
