I took my son to visit my husband, the commander, but the guard blocked us at the gate and said, “His girlfriend is inside the unit. No visitors!” I covered my son’s ears, called my second brother, and

“Do you want sole custody?”

“I want primary custody,” Olivia answered. “I want structured visitation if he remains stable and does not expose Ethan to Serena or any investigation-related chaos.”

“Marital residence?”

“Sell it.”

“Spousal support?”

“No.”

Lydia looked up.

“You may be entitled to significant support.”

“I do not want his money.”

“You helped build his career.”

Olivia smiled without warmth.

“And I am done investing in failed assets.”

For the first time, Lydia appeared amused.

By noon, Andrew had hired legal counsel. By two, his attorney requested a private meeting “to preserve the dignity of all parties.” By three, Serena Vale attempted to contact Olivia through an unknown number.

Olivia answered silently.

For several moments, only breathing could be heard.

Then Serena spoke.

“Olivia, I think we should talk woman to woman.”

Olivia activated speakerphone. Marcus, Lydia, and Julian—who had arrived wearing a charcoal suit and carrying the emotional temperature of winter—looked up.

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