Chapter 19 - The PleaMarcus did not go to trial.
Nearly eleven months after the wedding, his attorneys reached an agreement with prosecutors.
He pleaded guilty to selected financial offenses tied to unauthorized transfers and computer access.
Other counts were dismissed under the agreement.
Restitution remained substantial.
Sentencing would occur later.
Simone learned from Danielle.
Ashley learned from Darius.
Neither celebrated.
Keisha did.
“Can I celebrate?”
“You can.”
“Good.”
She opened sparkling cider in the bakery.
Simone laughed.
“This is not a conviction party.”
“It’s a consequences beverage.”
Simone gave up.
Ashley had a quieter reaction.
She sat in her office holding the plea summary.
Marcus admitted enough that Bennett no longer had to prove publicly that the entire story was imagined.
But the document did something else.
It reduced years of manipulation to sterile phrases:
unauthorized access
misrepresentation
transfer
financial benefit
Nothing about the wedding.
Nothing about Simone staring at an altar.
Nothing about Ashley removing a ring.
Law translated harm into elements.
That was necessary.
It was also incomplete.
Marcus requested separate meetings before sentencing.
Not to negotiate.
To apologize.
Both women initially refused.
Then Simone changed her mind.
“Why?” Danielle asked.
“Because there’s one question I want answered.”
“What?”
“Why me?”
They met in a private conference room with attorneys nearby.
Marcus looked thinner.
He wore no suit.
Just a white shirt and dark trousers.
Simone sat across from him.
“You have twenty minutes.”
He nodded.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“No. I mean—”
“Don’t spend my twenty minutes on wording.”
Marcus swallowed.
Simone asked.
“Why me?”
His face changed.
“What?”
“Why did you start dating me when you were already engaged?”
He looked down.
“I met you at the hotel tasting.”
“I remember.”
“You didn’t know who I was.”
“Okay.”
“You argued with me.”
Despite herself, Simone almost smiled.
Marcus had criticized her dessert table placement.
She had told him event executives who wanted to redesign pastry displays should learn to pipe buttercream first.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You treated me like a regular man.”
Simone stared.
“Ashley didn’t?”
“Ashley knew my debts. My career. Her father’s expectations.”
“So you wanted somebody ignorant.”
Marcus flinched.
“That’s harsh.”
“Is it wrong?”
He took a breath.
“No.”
The honesty satisfied her more than softness would have.
“I could be different with you.”
“No.”
Simone shook her head.
“You could pretend differently with me.”
Marcus’s eyes filled.
“Yes.”
“Did you ever plan to leave Ashley before the financial problems?”
“At first.”
“When?”
“Early.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No.”
“Then you stayed because of her family.”
“Partly.”
“And stayed with me because?”
“I loved who I was with you.”
Simone sat back.
There.
Not simply that he loved her.
He loved his reflection.
“You know that isn’t the same as loving me.”
“I know now.”
She nodded.
“What were you going to do after giving me the building?”
Marcus looked ashamed.
“End the relationship.”
“And you thought I’d accept the building?”
“I thought eventually you’d understand I wanted you secure.”
Simone laughed quietly.
“You were going to break my heart and hand me stolen real estate.”
“When you say it—”
“Don’t.”
He stopped.
“That was exactly what it was.”
“Yes.”
Simone stood.
Marcus looked frightened.
“Is that it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you hate me?”
She thought.
“No.”
He seemed almost relieved.
Then she finished.
“I don’t trust you enough to hate you the way I used to love you.”
The relief vanished.
Simone left.
Ashley met Marcus three days later.
Her question was different.
“If Simone had never walked through those doors, would you still be lying to me today?”
Marcus’s eyes filled.
“I don’t know.”
Ashley nodded.
“Wrong answer.”
“You asked for truth.”
“I know.”
That was why it hurt.
Marcus continued.
“I think I would have told you after the refinance.”
“About the money?”
“Yes.”
“About Simone?”
He hesitated.
Ashley smiled sadly.
“There.”
“I was afraid.”
“Of losing me?”
“Yes.”
“And her?”
“Yes.”
“And the company?”
“Yes.”
“And your project?”
“Yes.”
Ashley leaned forward.
“So you kept removing everyone else’s ability to choose.”
Marcus looked at her.
She continued.
“That is the thing I need you to understand.”
Not the affair.
Not only the money.
“You made choices for everybody because you could not tolerate what they might choose without you controlling the information.”
Marcus began crying.
Quietly.
Ashley felt grief.
She did not move toward him.
“You were scared of losing things,” she said.
“So you took away our chance to give them freely.”
Marcus wiped his face.
“I’m sorry.”
Ashley stood.
“I believe you.”
He looked up.
“But forgiveness is not a reversal.”
She left.
Outside, sunlight hit the courthouse windows.
A year earlier, she had expected to leave a venue as Marcus’s wife.
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