“Our legal counsel needs this wrapped up before the corporate succession audit starts next week.”

I didn’t reach for the folder.

I touched my bare left wrist where my wedding band used to sit, feeling the pale skin where the gold had rested for eleven years.

“Brielle is carrying twins,” Spencer added, twisting his silver cuff link twice with his thumb.

“The clinic did the preliminary confirmation scan yesterday morning.”

Rosalind leaned forward and rested her arms on the table.

“The family legacy needs immediate legal clarity, Vivian,” Rosalind said, her voice dropping into its clipped, aristocratic tone.