THE DISCOVERY
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I woke up to sunlight and the sound of Julian breathing.
He was still asleep, lying on top of the covers, one arm stretched toward me like he'd reached out in the night and forgotten to pull back. His face was soft in sleep, younger somehow, the careful control replaced by something open and unguarded.
I watched him for a long moment.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd woken up next to someone. Daniel and I had never shared a bed—not once, not in the entire year of our marriage. The contract had been clear about that. Separate lives. Separate spaces. Separate beds.
This was different.
Julian hadn't asked for anything. He'd just held me while I cried, and then he'd lain down next to me, and we'd talked until I fell asleep. About nothing. About everything. About the books he was reading and the dress he was designing and the way the light looked through my window at dawn.
Normal things.
Things that had nothing to do with contracts or revenge or the weight I'd been carrying for five years.
I could get used to this.
That was the thought that scared me most.
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Julian's phone buzzed on the nightstand.
He stirred, reached for it, blinked at the screen. His eyes widened.
"Maya," he said. "You need to see this."
I took the phone.
It was a news alert. The headline made my stomach drop.
STERLING PROPERTIES CEO DANIEL STERLING ACCUSED OF FRAUD
I sat up. Read the article. Read it again.
An anonymous source has come forward with documents alleging that Sterling Properties CEO Daniel Sterling engaged in a pattern of contract marriages to access family trust funds, then failed to file proper divorce paperwork for at least three women, including current fiancée Vanessa Chen's half-sister.
My blood went cold.
The source, who has provided financial records, marriage certificates, and sworn affidavits, claims that Sterling's father, Marcus Sterling, orchestrated the scheme and has been covering it up for years.
"Julian," I said. "I didn't do this."
"I know."
"I didn't talk to any reporter. I didn't leak anything."
"I know."
"Then who—"
My phone rang.
Helen.
I answered.
"Maya," she said, "we have a problem."
---
Helen arrived at my apartment thirty minutes later.
She was dressed in workout clothes, her hair wet, like she'd been at the gym when she got the news. She didn't apologize for the way she looked. She didn't apologize for anything.
"The article," she said, sitting on my couch. "Tell me you didn't leak those documents."
"I didn't."
"Then who did?"
"I don't know."
Helen stared at me. "Maya, those documents came from your file. The marriage certificate. The prenup. The affidavits from Webb's investigation. Someone leaked evidence that only you and I and Webb had access to."
"I didn't leak anything."
"Then Webb did. Or someone hacked his system. Or—" Helen stopped. "Vanessa."
"What?"
"Vanessa. Your sister. She knew about the marriage. She knew about the contract. She had access to you, to your studio, to—"
"Vanessa wouldn't do this."
"Are you sure?"
I thought about Vanessa. The way she'd looked at me during the fitting. The way she'd said "I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop." The way she'd asked if I was going to tell her the truth.
"I'm sure," I said.
Helen didn't look convinced.
"We need to find out who leaked those documents," she said. "Because if Daniel thinks it was you—"
"Daniel knows it wasn't me."
"How?"
I picked up my phone. Opened my messages.
Daniel: We need to talk. Now.
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We met at a coffee shop near the studio.
Neutral ground. Public. Too many witnesses for either of us to do something stupid.
Daniel looked terrible. His hair was disheveled. His eyes were red. He was wearing yesterday's shirt.
"You didn't do this," he said.
It wasn't a question.
"No," I said. "I didn't."
"Then who?"
"I don't know."
Daniel stared at me. For a moment, he looked almost human. Almost vulnerable.
"My father is in the hospital," he said.
I felt something shift in my chest. "What?"
"He had a heart attack this morning. When he saw the article." Daniel's voice cracked. "They don't know if he's going to make it."
I didn't know what to say.
Marcus Sterling had threatened me. He'd mentioned my mother. He'd tried to destroy me.
But he was still someone's father.
"Maya." Daniel leaned forward. "I know I've done terrible things. I know I hurt you. But I didn't do this. I didn't leak those documents."
"I believe you."
"Then help me."
"Help you how?"
"Help me figure out who did." His eyes were desperate. "Whoever leaked those documents isn't just trying to hurt me. They're trying to destroy my family."
I thought about the article. The details. The way it had mentioned Vanessa, mentioned me, mentioned the half-sister connection.
Someone had done their research.
Someone had access to documents that should have been private.
Someone wanted Daniel to suffer.
"Webb," I said. "My investigator. I'll ask him who else might have had access to his files."
Daniel nodded. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me." I stood up. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this because whoever leaked those documents put my sister at risk."
"Vanessa doesn't know?"
"Vanessa knows about me. She doesn't know about the other women." I looked at him. "Does she?"
Daniel looked away.
"Daniel. Does she know about Sabrina Cole?"
He didn't answer.
I felt something cold settle in my chest.
"You need to tell her," I said.
"I can't."
"Then I will."
"Maya—"
"Before the wedding. Before she marries you without knowing who you really are." I picked up my bag. "You have one week. Tell her, or I will."
I walked out of the coffee shop.
My hands were shaking.
But for the first time, I wasn't sure if I was shaking from anger or fear.
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