Cassie pulled Rose tightly into her arms, holding her as if she could shield her from everything waiting outside those walls. "Rose, sweetheart... please go upstairs and wait for me in your room, okay?"

The little girl hesitated, her brows knitting, the innocence in her eyes quickly flooding with fear. "Are they coming for you? Daddy said you did something bad. Is it true?"

Cassie's heart plunged, a painful weight settling so quickly it stole her breath. Across the living room, Adrian and Corinne stiffened.

Julius stood by the far corner near the staircase, his jaw tight, fury radiating off him as he glared at the mention of his brother's name. But Cassie steadied herself. She had been a mother far longer than she had been a victim.

"You don't have to worry about anything," she whispered, brushing a curl behind Rose's ear. "And I might be gone for a little while... but you told me you wanted to stay with Daddy and Aunt Sienna for now, right?"

Rose nodded twice, small, hesitant dips of her head, and Cassie felt the heartbreak lodge even deeper. She swallowed it, forcing a gentle smile. "Good girl. Go upstairs. We'll talk about it later, okay?"

She didn't know if she'd ever get to have that talk. But she had at least this moment.

Rose ran up the steps, her footsteps echoing softly through the house, just as a firm knock rattled the front door.

Adrian moved to answer, but Cassie lifted a hand. "I'll go."

Still, they followed-Adrian on her right, Corinne on her left, Julius lingering behind them like a silent wall of support.

Two uniformed officers stood on the doorstep, their expressions apologetic but professional. "Are you Cassie Monroe?" one asked.

Cassie nodded slowly.

The other officer unfolded a document, the paper catching the light from the foyer chandelier. "Ma'am, we have a warrant for your arrest on charges of assault resulting in miscarriage."

The world went silent.

So Frederick had actually done it. He'd taken it this far. The realization hit her like a physical blow, her blood turning cold as ice.

He believed she had intentionally harmed Sienna. After everything, after all the years, he believed that of her.

She remembered the day she first brought Sienna home, back when the girl had been fragile and frightened. Frederick hadn't even wanted to look at her, but Cassie had insisted, encouraged, defended her.

She had helped Sienna find a place in their lives... and somehow Sienna had taken hers.

Now she was being framed for something she didn't do.

Corinne's face drained of color. "This is outrageous. Frederick filed this? My own son?" Her voice trembled with disbelief and disgust. "I raised better than this. Or at least I thought I did."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the officer said quietly. "We're just executing the order."

Cassie shook her head, tears flooding her vision. "This is a mistake," she choked out. "I didn't hurt her. She grabbed me-I only pulled away. I didn't attack her, I didn't push her. I swear it."

Adrian stepped forward, his presence suddenly towering, voice edged with restrained fury. "Nobody touches her. Not in this house. Not until I talk to my son."

He pulled out his phone, his tone sharpening like a blade. "Frederick. Two officers just arrived for Cassie. What the hell have you done?"

Cassie could hear Frederick's voice faintly through the speaker-cold, clipped, defensive. "I told you not to take my daughter to her," he said. "I'm willing to let it go if she signs a waiver stating she'll never see Rose again."

Cassie felt her knees weaken. She might have collapsed if Corinne hadn't quickly moved to her side, wrapping her arms around Cassie's shaking shoulders. "It's okay, dear," she whispered. "We're right here. We'll fix this."

Adrian's voice dropped lower, a warning, quiet but lethal. "Withdraw the charges, Frederick. Now. Or I'll contact the silent shareholder and have them pull their stake."

Cassie stiffened. That silent shareholder... was her. Those shares were meant for Rose someday. Never for destruction. Never for this.

A beat of silence passed on the line.

"You heard me," Adrian continued. "Fix this. Today. You've humiliated your wife enough. I won't let you ruin her life."

On the other end, Frederick exhaled sharply, his voice cold as ice. "This is between me and her. She knows what she has to do."

"And I am your father," Adrian snapped. "If these officers drag her out of this home, you'll be preparing my funeral next."

Frederick scoffed. "All I want is my daughter. Why are you threatening me? If you want to die, that's on you. And if your precious shareholder wants to withdraw, let them. But Cassie will not take my daughter."

Cassie felt something inside her break. An emotional snap she wasn't sure she could recover from. Twenty-two years of knowing him. Seven years of marriage. And this was the man he had become.

"It's okay, Dad," she whispered. "Let him have Rose."

"What? No." Adrian turned to her, stunned. "You are her mother."

"And she's your granddaughter," Cassie said quietly. "I know you'll protect her."

Regret washed over Adrian's face. He wished he had never named Frederick CEO, had never handed him the company's reins. But Cassie had never complained, never once. Maybe that had been the real mistake.

"I'll bring Rose down now," he said at last. "Tell the officers to-"

"No," Frederick interrupted over the phone. "Let the officers bring her. I don't trust you, Dad. Not when you're taking Cassie's side."

His words splintered Cassie's heart completely, and she yelled for her daughter. "Rose, come down here, please."

Rose appeared at the top of the stairs, eyes wide, face pale. Cassie knelt as her daughter rushed into her arms.

"Rose," she whispered, smoothing her hair back. "These officers... they're taking you to Daddy. I'm so sorry I won't see you for a little while."

Tears gathered in Rose's eyes. "Why, Mommy?"

Cassie swallowed the pain burning in her throat. "You said you wanted to live with Daddy and Aunt Sienna for now... but listen to me." She held Rose's cheeks gently, forcing a brave smile she didn't feel. "I will come back for you. Tell that to your daddy."

For the first time since all this started, she felt certainty. Not in Frederick, not in justice, but in the truth. Evil never lasted forever. She would gather proof. She would expose the lies. And she would return for her daughter.

The moment Rose disappeared with the officers, Cassie's strength shattered. She crumbled onto the floor, sobbing. "Am I a bad mother? Was it wrong to love him?"

Julius dropped beside her, pulling her into a steady, grounding embrace. "Cass," he murmured, fury simmering beneath his calm, "my brother is the fool. And he will regret this."

Adrian exhaled heavily. "You should've let me destroy him. We created the man he is today."

Cassie shook her head, lifting her tear-streaked face. "What about Julius? He's a Jones too. And what about Rose? If the company falls, her future falls with it."

Corinne stepped forward and gathered Cassie into her arms. "After everything he's done," she whispered, "you still think of this family. That alone proves he never deserved you. I'll help push the divorce through... but Cassie, what's the plan?"

Cassie stared at the couple she had long come to call her parents and at the boy who had grown into the closest thing she knew to a brother.

Their faces were a blend of worry, heartbreak, and helplessness, a reflection of everything she felt but refused to show.

"I already have some money saved up aside from what I invested in the Novarion Group," she said softly. "My online followers are a lot, but now I want to venture into real business."

Losing her daughter to her soon-to-be ex-husband came with both brutal heartache and unexpected clarity. The downside was obvious: she was going to miss Rose - miss teaching her, miss watching her grow, miss the small routines that only a mother could give.

But on the bright side, she suddenly had time. Time she could either drown in grief or use to build something for the future she still believed in.

Her online businesses had been built for flexibility, but now she could pour herself into them fully, maybe even transform them into something bigger than she had ever imagined.

"And how can we help?" Adrian asked, ready to move mountains.

Cassie hesitated. Frederick looked so much like his father that right now, she couldn't bear being surrounded by anything that mirrored her pain.

"Thanks, Dad," she murmured, "but I'd really like to do this on my own. I want to leave Chicago for a while. I'm thinking about Manhattan... or Palo Alto. I'm still deciding."

Both places were hubs for the wealthy, the elite, the influential. If she marketed her products right, she could tap into their world - a world Frederick always assumed she could never survive in without him.

Adrian and Corinne exchanged a glance, their sadness evident, but they understood she needed space. "Just... keep in touch, will you?" Corinne asked.

Cassie inhaled slowly. She had no idea how long it would take for the pain to fade. Maybe not until she regained custody or simply had the right to see her daughter again.

For now, the only thing that might numb the ache was work. "I can't promise," she admitted quietly. "I'm going to be very busy, and honestly... I need to get away from everything that reminds me of Fred. Just keep an eye on Rose for me."

Her honesty stung, but they accepted it. Their ache could never compare to hers.

Corinne sighed. "Rose will be just fine, but maybe we should've matched you with Franklin instead. He seems more responsible, though his last name is Roth. It's not too late. He's still single. I mean, not married."

Cassie choked on her saliva. "Mom, I've had my bitter taste of marriage. All I want now is to rebuild myself and do all the things I couldn't do. I want my daughter to be proud when she sees me again."

Sienna had managed to win Rose over. How, Cassie still didn't understand, but she was determined to change that someday.

"You're so much like your mother," Corinne added softly. "Your father spent three years chasing her, another four courting her. She was too focused on her career. By the time she agreed to marry, she was thirty-six. They struggled for years to have a child and finally had you at forty-five."

Cassie blinked, stunned. Her real parents were a blur in her memory. She had been too young. Adrian and Corinne had filled their roles so effortlessly after their deaths.

"I believe they lived their lives," she whispered. "Now I get to live mine. And you two... you've been the best parents anyone could ask for. I'll never forget everything you've done for me."

They had seen her through childhood infections, learning difficulties, setbacks that would've crushed most kids. They stood by her every step. She remembered all of it.

"Alright," Adrian sighed, "we don't have much, but manage two billion." He grabbed his phone to initiate a transfer.

Cassie quickly stopped him. "No. Please don't. I made enough from my online businesses. I'll survive."

"No way I'm letting you go empty-handed. And I hope that foolish son of mine gives you a worthy alimony."

"I told him, jokingly, that I'd take five billion, and he nearly had a stroke," Cassie muttered. "Honestly, I don't want anything from him. He can keep it."

"But he's worth over twenty billion," Adrian protested. "Five is nothing."

Cassie shook her head firmly. "If I make it one day, I don't want him thinking it's because of something he gave me. I want him to know I can live without him."

Adrian fell silent, moved. "Then I'm investing this money in your business. I trust your abilities."

Cassie opened her mouth to argue, but her phone buzzed - the transfer had already gone through. And he'd added extra. Of course he had.

"Thanks, Dad. I'll make it up to you with shares later."

He didn't want shares, but he wouldn't argue, knowing she might refund him if he insisted. Cassie truly had no idea what she was worth. If she did, she'd realize she could live comfortably for the rest of her life without working another day.

At the right time, they cat would be let out of the bag and they were sure it would be too late for Frederick.

"I'm gonna miss your cooking," Adrian said suddenly. "I always ordered from your app and joined your fitness and healthy living programs."

Cassie blinked. "You do?"

"Beaver 5 - that's me," Julius added, smiling shyly.

Cassie's jaw dropped. Beaver 5 was the fan who asked endless questions and ordered half her menu every week. "No way."

"Now you know. We'll all miss your food," Julius said.

Cassie smiled sadly. "Don't worry. I might be closer than you think."

After hugging her repeatedly, Adrian, Corinne, and Julius finally left.

Alone, Cassie booked an appointment with a divorce lawyer for the next day,  then made a call she never thought she would make.

He picked up on the second ring.

"Cass..." His voice cracked. "I never thought I'd hear from you again."

Cassie smiled faintly. "Seb, I need your help."

"Anything. Anything at all. I owe you so much."

"You owe me nothing," she replied.

But the deep, pained voice on the other end disagreed. "Yes, Cass. I do. But... I can't tell you over the phone."

"Well, if you're still in Tribeca, then prepare to host me. Unless you're married now."

"Wait, what's going on?" Sebastian sounded equal parts disturbed and excited.

"I'm getting a divorce."

"Oh hell. When's it over? I'll come get you."

Cassie chuckled softly. "Relax. We have a lot to catch up on. The divorce is still ongoing."

"And I have a lot of apologies to offer," he added quietly.

Cassie frowned. She couldn't remember anything he should be apologizing for. "Okay. See you soon."

Later that night, she began packing. The housekeeper, Sara, approached.

"Mrs. Jones... what's going on?"

Cassie smiled. "I'm leaving soon. It's been great working with you."

The older woman nodded, not surprised. She had seen the distance between Cassie and Frederick. "I wish you all the best, dear. But... what about your fans?"

"They're online. I can reach them from anywhere. Take care, Sara."

That night, Cassie didn't sleep. She worked tirelessly, assembling a massive business plan. This was why she needed Sebastian. His influence in Manhattan stretched far.

Finally, exhausted, she drifted off, only for her phone to ring.

"Miss Munroe," a voice snapped, "I've been at the café for thirty minutes. Are you coming?"

Cassie shot upright, checked the time, and cursed silently. "I'm so sorry. I'll be there in thirty minutes."

"Another thirty? You-"

"I'll compensate you," she cut in, already rushing to get ready.

Minutes later, she stepped into the garage and froze. She hadn't called the mechanic to repair her car after the accident. Frederick's cars were sleek, flashy, expensive, and she hated them.

Only one car fit her: the least expensive of the bunch - a Mazda CX-50 Hybrid.

She grabbed the keys and drove off.

But life never went as planned.

At a traffic light, a car slammed into her bumper, jolting her forward. The airbag stopped her from hitting the steering wheel.

Dazed, Cassie unbuckled, stepped out, and when she saw who climbed out of the other car, something in her chest sank like a stone.

"Oh no," she whispered.

"Not again."

Franklin Roth should have been in Atherton, California by now, but something held him back. Yesterday, on his way to O'Hare International Airport, he received a phone call about a business proposal too enticing to ignore.

It was the real reason he had traveled to Chicago, aside from meeting his twin brother. He called his mother, apologizing for the sudden change of plans, his voice tight with guilt.

On his way to meet the client downtown, Franklin's car jolted forward as he accidentally bumped into the vehicle ahead.

The red taillights shattered under the impact. He cursed under his breath. Accidents, minor or major, were unusual for him, and quickly stepped out, prepared to compensate the driver.

But fate had a cruel sense of humor. The driver was none other than his soon-to-be ex-sister-in-law.

Franklin's frown deepened. Frederick had spoken endlessly about his ex-wife, Cassie, and now Franklin finally had the chance to meet her. Yet something about her finances didn't add up.

Worse, he had heard how ruthless she could be, pushing a pregnant woman to the brink of miscarriage. Franklin despised women like that.

"We should stop meeting like this, don't you think?" he said, his tone sharp as Cassie swayed unsteadily. She pressed a hand to her temple, dizziness clouding her features.

"Your ego is bigger than your worth. Forget it," Cassie muttered, retreating into her car to steady herself.

Had she known it was Franklin, she wouldn't have stepped out at all. Birds of a feather flock together, she thought bitterly. To her, Frederick and Franklin were cut from the same cloth.

Franklin, already biased by his brother's stories, disliked her instantly. Still, he couldn't walk away without taking responsibility. He blocked her door before she could slam it shut.

"I'll send my mechanic to fix the damages," he said firmly.

Cassie chuckled, the sound bitter. "Forget it. This car isn't expensive. I can handle it."

Her refusal stirred something unexpected inside him - shame, yes, but also curiosity.

She had paid for his damages without complaint, yet refused his offer to cover hers. Was she pretending? A woman like her could never be modest. After all, Frederick claimed she had demanded five billion in the divorce.

"Stop trying to be modest when you're far from it," Franklin's cold voice cut through the air, his gaze hard. "Frederick already told me how you tried to dupe him."

Cassie's patience frayed. She was late for her appointment. "Believe whatever you want. Just move."

She shoved him aside, but her dizziness worsened. Franklin's eyes widened as blood slid from her nostrils.

"Damn it, you might have internal bleeding. I'll get you to the hospital." He reacted instinctively, scooping her into his arms. His cologne, sharp cedar with a hint of spice, filled her senses before everything went black.

When Cassie woke, the first face she saw was his - handsome, familiar, and unwanted. For a fleeting moment, worry etched his features, and she caught the softness in his eyes before it vanished behind his usual steel.

Her eyes darted around. Hospital? "What am I doing here? And what do you want?"

Franklin's jaw tightened. His tailored navy suit and polished shoes set him apart from Frederick, as did his scent.

"You fainted. The doctor said it was low blood sugar. Not eating? I already paid the bills and had your car repaired. I'll leave now."

Cassie ignored him, checking her phone. Dozens of missed calls and texts from her divorce lawyer flashed across the screen. Panic surged. She quickly texted an apology before calling.

"I'm sorry. I had an accident, but I'm fine now. Can we rebook? I'll compensate you."

"Luckily, I had another meeting nearby," the lawyer replied. "I'll wait for you. Same café."

Relief washed over her. She signed her discharge papers and hurried out. Franklin was just entering his car.

"Where are you going? The doctor said you should rest," he called, his voice softer now, almost protective.

Cassie slid into her repaired vehicle without answering. Just as she started the engine, her phone buzzed.

'Five hundred thousand dollars received from Franklin Roth.' Another message followed: 'Compensation for the accident.'

Cassie considered refunding the money but thought better of it. Free, unbudgeted cash could fund a private investigator to shadow Frederick and Sienna.

With proof, she could fight for custody of Rose. A smile tugged at her lips. "Thank you," she whispered, driving away.

Franklin watched her leave, conflicted. Cassie was exactly what Frederick had described - a gold digger.

Cassie arrived at the café, a sleek spot near Michigan Avenue with tall windows overlooking the bustling street. She spotted the lawyer by the window.

"Hi, I'm Cassie Munroe."

He rose, extending his hand. "Carter Hayes."

Their handshake had barely ended when two figures entered. Cassie's stomach churned. Frederick and his mistress.

An idea sparked. She leaned toward Carter, her voice low but sharp.

"That's my husband and his mistress. The divorce should favor me, right?"