Chapter 9 - The Woman Marcus NeededMarcus finally agreed to meet through lawyers.
Not with Simone.
With Ashley.
Darius attended.
So did Marcus’s attorney, Leonard Price.
They met in a conference room at Bennett Hospitality.
Marcus wore a gray suit.
No tuxedo.
No ring.
He looked tired but controlled.
Ashley hated that part of him.
Even catastrophe became something he believed he could manage.
Leonard began.
“My client denies intentionally defrauding Bennett Hospitality.”
Ashley laughed.
Darius touched her arm.
Marcus looked at her.
“I never wanted this to happen.”
She stared.
“You keep confessing to intentions nobody asked about.”
Leonard continued.
“Some transactions involved legitimate reimbursements and internal cost reallocations.”
Darius slid forward the invoices.
“Then identify them.”
Marcus looked at the documents.
“I need context.”
“You created them.”
“Not all.”
Ashley’s eyes narrowed.
“Who else?”
Marcus hesitated.
Leonard said, “We are not making accusations today.”
Ashley leaned forward.
“Then why are we here?”
Marcus looked at her.
“Because I want you to understand why.”
“No.”
“Ashley.”
“No.”
She held up one finger.
“I want facts first. Your feelings can wait.”
His jaw tightened.
That pleased her more than it should have.
Darius began.
“Did you establish the alternate vendor bank profile for Carter Bespoke Cakes?”
Marcus looked at Leonard.
Then answered.
“Yes.”
“Did Simone authorize it?”
“No.”
Ashley closed her eyes.
“Did you approve inflated invoices?”
“Yes.”
“Did the difference flow to Reed Development?”
“Some.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know the exact total.”
“Approximately?”
“Fifty to sixty.”
“Thousand?”
“Yes.”
“Did Bennett authorize those transfers?”
“No.”
Ashley felt strangely calm.
“Did you collect sixteen hundred dollars per month from Simone for rent Bennett Hospitality was already paying?”
Marcus looked at her.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Cash flow.”
Ashley laughed quietly.
“So theft.”
Leonard interrupted.
“We dispute that characterization.”
Ashley ignored him.
“Did you apply my electronic signature to Simone’s occupancy amendment?”
“Yes.”
“Without asking?”
“Yes.”
“Did you access Simone’s payment portal?”
“Yes.”
Marcus’s face changed.
“I need to explain that.”
Ashley leaned back.
“Go.”
“I was building Reed Development back.”
“With other people’s money.”
“I intended to repay everything.”
“Of course.”
Marcus’s voice tightened.
“The West End project could have covered it.”
“If the refinance closed.”
“Yes.”
“And you needed my finances for the refinance.”
“Yes.”
“After our wedding.”
He looked down.
“Yes.”
Ashley finally understood why the marriage mattered.
Not because some magical clause gave Marcus her wealth.
Because once married, he expected he could persuade her—or pressure her—to join the refinance, co-sign, or provide liquidity after the fact.
He had counted on marriage making refusal emotionally harder.
“Did you plan to ask me Monday?”
“Yes.”
“After marrying me Saturday.”
“Yes.”
“Would you have told me about Simone?”
Marcus’s silence lasted too long.
Ashley felt tears.
Not because she did not know the answer.
Because part of her had still wanted a different one.
“No,” she whispered.
Marcus looked at her.
“I was ending it.”
“When?”
“After her building closed.”
Ashley stared.
“You were going to buy her workplace and then break up with her?”
“I was going to transfer an interest to her.”
“Why?”
“Because I loved her.”
The sentence entered the room like poison.
Ashley sat very still.
“And me?”
Marcus’s eyes watered.
“I loved you differently.”
She laughed.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“The sentence men say when they want betrayal to sound complicated.”
Marcus looked wounded.
Ashley continued.
“You didn’t need two women.”
“Yes, I did.”
Everyone went silent.
Even Leonard turned toward him.
Marcus realized what he had said.
But Ashley wanted him to continue.
“Explain.”
He breathed in.
“Simone made me feel like I had built something.”
Ashley stared.
“And I made you feel like what?”
“Safe.”
The word hurt more than “rich.”
Marcus continued.
“With you, everything was stable. Family. Company. Future.”
“And Simone?”
“She knew me outside all that.”
“No.”
Ashley shook her head.
“She knew the version you designed for her.”
Marcus looked down.
“And what did I know?”
His silence answered.
Ashley stood.
“You didn’t love two women.”
Marcus looked up.
“You needed two mirrors.”
“Ashley—”
“One made you look successful.”
Her voice broke.
“The other made you look free.”
She picked up her folder.
“And neither of us was allowed to see the man standing between them.”
As she reached the door, Marcus spoke.
“Your father knew who I was.”
Ashley stopped.
Slowly she turned.
Marcus’s expression changed.
Not triumph.
Something uglier.
Resentment.
“He knew about the debt.”
“I know.”
“He knew I used Bennett money before.”
Ashley froze.
Darius turned sharply.
“What?”
Marcus looked at him.
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