Chapter 25 - Marcus Comes HomeMarcus was released under supervision before Ashley’s second wedding.
He returned to Rochelle’s house.
No press waited.
The world had moved on.
That hurt and helped.
His old career was gone.
Bennett Hospitality would never employ him again.
Reed Development no longer existed.
His professional license in one area remained restricted.
Restitution payments would follow him for years.
He found work through a nonprofit reentry program doing project coordination for affordable-housing renovations.
The salary was modest.
The irony was not lost on him.
Housing.
Real budgets.
Real approvals.
No hidden money.
His supervisor, Andre, told him on day one:
“If the account has ten dollars, you have ten dollars.”
Marcus smiled.
“I understand.”
Andre looked at his file.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He attended therapy.
Gambling had never been his issue.
Control was.
Shame.
Status.
Fear.
A belief that worth could be constructed through impressive outcomes.
Rochelle watched him struggle with ordinary life.
One evening he came home frustrated.
“I used to make six figures.”
“You also used to commit fraud.”
Marcus stared.
Rochelle continued eating.
“You want comfort or accuracy?”
He laughed despite himself.
“Both would be nice.”
“You’re alive. You have work. Start there.”
Marcus did.
He learned not to turn rebuilding into another grand project.
When he heard Ashley was engaged, he sat quietly for a long time.
Then told his therapist.
“I thought I’d be jealous.”
“Are you?”
“A little.”
“And?”
“Mostly ashamed that part of me imagined she might never trust anyone again.”
“Why would that matter?”
Marcus knew.
Because permanent damage would prove his importance.
He hated admitting it.
“She gets to heal beyond me.”
“Yes.”
That sentence became work.
He heard Simone was making the cake.
That hurt differently.
He remembered the first wedding.
The side doors.
Her face.
He wondered whether she hated the assignment.
Then stopped himself.
Her motives were no longer his business.
He did not contact either woman.
That was perhaps the first truly respectful thing he gave them.
Meanwhile Simone and Ashley met for cake tasting.
Malcolm attended.
He was warm, funny, and visibly obsessed with lemon cake.
Simone liked him.
That scared her less than expected.
Ashley watched Simone evaluating him.
“Stop vetting my fiancé.”
“I’m not.”
“You absolutely are.”
Malcolm laughed.
“I welcome oversight.”
Simone pointed at him.
“Smart.”
They chose lemon with blackberry filling.
Three tiers.
Minimal texture.
No sugar orchids.
Malcolm asked, “Can we have something architectural?”
Simone raised an eyebrow.
“You’re an architect.”
“I know.”
“No building-shaped cake.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have standards.”
Ashley laughed.
For thirty minutes they discussed cake.
Only cake.
At the end Ashley lingered.
“You okay?”
Simone knew what she meant.
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Ashley smiled.
“Me too.”
They hugged.
It was their first hug.
Brief.
Natural.
No cameras.
Keisha watched from the kitchen and whispered afterward, “I hate how wholesome that was.”
Simone laughed.
“You’re impossible.”
“No. I’m protective.”
Simone looked at her.
“Careful.”
Keisha groaned.
“Therapy language?”
“Protection without permission.”
“Fine. I’m respectfully suspicious.”
“Better.”
The wedding date approached.
Simone tested the design.
Her staff handled logistics.
For the first time since the original betrayal, she scheduled herself to make the delivery.
Keisha objected once.
Then stopped.
The night before, Simone barely slept.
Not because she feared Marcus would appear.
Because memory had its own clock.
At 3:10 a.m., she went to the kitchen.
Checked the cake.
Perfect.
She placed both hands on the prep table.
“One delivery,” she whispered.
“That’s all.”
But she knew it was not.
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