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The conference room buzzed with tension as we awaited the arrival of Timothy and Stella. Scarlett, our formidable lawyer, sat at the head of the table, her expression a mask of professionalism. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, knowing that the meeting that lay ahead would be a pivotal moment in the ongoing battle over the estate.

As I sat there, my fingers tapping nervously against the polished wood, I couldn’t help but wonder how we had come to this point. The revelations about the shady dealings of the Hayes family and the secrets surrounding the estate had shattered the illusion of wealth and privilege that had once surrounded Timothy and Stella.

Stella had yet to arrive, and I took the opportunity to speak with Scarlett in hushed tones. My discovery about Andy, Stella’s connection to him, had raised countless questions that demanded answers.

“Scarlett,” I began, my voice low, “I found out something about Andy. It seems he and Stella are more acquainted than meets the eye.”

Scarlett’s

gaze locked onto mine, her sharp mind processing the implications of my words. “Go on,” she urged.

I leaned closer, my voice barely a whisper. “I saw them together, and it didn’t seem like a chance encounter. They looked… well acquainted.”

Scarlett’s brow furrowed, and she leaned in, her voice equally hushed. “That’s interesting. Stella has been meeting privately with Andy for a while now, even after she got together with Timothy.”

The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, and a growing sense of anger welled up within me. The idea that Stella had maintained such a connection with Andy while she was with Timothy was unsettling. But my anger was not directed at Timothy; it was aimed squarely at Stella and her questionable morals.

I could feel the anger building within me, a roiling storm of emotions that threatened to spill over. It was difficult to remain composed in the face of such duplicity, and I struggled to control the rising tide of frustration.

Scarlett, always perceptive, noted the anger in my eyes and spoke softly. “Evie, I know this is infuriating, but remember why we’re here. We’re fighting for justice, for what’s rightfully yours and Timothy’s.”

I blinked in surprise. What did Timothy have to do with this?

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I blinked in surprise. What did Timothy have to do with this?

Minutes felt like hours as we waited, and the tension only grew more palpable with each passing second. The door finally swung open, and Timothy and Stella entered in a hasty fashion, an eerily sweet smell drifting off of them.

edge to her movements that betrayed her composure. Timothy, on the other hand, seemed exasperated and overwhelmed, his frustration evident

blurted out, rushing in

and resentment as they settled

seats across from us.

her voice carrying the

to hide the tension in her shoulders.

between the faces in the room before eventually resting on mine. He

evident that neither side was willing to budge on the issue. Stella clung to

everyone in the room. “Have you two considered splitting the estate? I mean, the place is so big that you could practically house

of displeasure. “Split the estate? Timothy, that’s absurd! I’ve put too much into this,

the estate

Scarlett snorted. “Contributions?”

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the lawyer started, running a hand through his thinning hair, “We’ve been

frustration bubbling to the surface. “Stella, explain again why you’re so adamant about retaining the

response was maddeningly vague, and she seemed to dance around the question. “The estate is a part of our future, Evie. It’s

mention of a future with Timothy stung, and I felt my resolve harden. “Stella, you’re wasting time and money on this dispute when it could be

hung in the air, and I could feel the tension in the group rising. Stella’s refusal to provide

she shot me a withering glare. “My happiness is not up for debate, Evie. I’ll do whatever it takes to

in thought, and I was curious to hear what else he thought of the matter. Their fight in the apartment hallway still echoed in my mind, and he hadn’t seemed too pleased with the idea of living with

to actually visit the estate and

concur. Perhaps if Stella actually saw the property for herself, she’d question its significance. It was a small step forward in a battle that

said. “We can visit the

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Timothy,” she urged, her voice laced with

around the room, his eyes meeting mine and