Then the Room Changed
The conversations shifted. The energy dropped.
Heads turned toward the entrance.
A man had arrived.
He moved with quiet authority—the kind that doesn’t perform power because it doesn’t need to.
Someone whispered behind me:
“That’s Julian Hartwell. New CEO of Morrison Industries.”
The name hit me like a physical blow.
Julian.
The man I had loved before fear rewrote my life.
The man I left because his father promised to destroy him if I stayed.
The man I walked away from while carrying a child I would lose alone.
I watched Kenneth intercept him—hand extended, smile rehearsed.
Julian shook his hand politely.
Then his eyes swept the room.
And found me.
His face collapsed into shock.
His grip loosened.
And then he walked away from my husband.
Straight toward me.
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