Chapter 5 - Charleston.
Nathan did not touch the blanket again.
He unlocked the apartment door and stepped aside for Lauren, but she remained in the hallway.
"Tell me here."
He glanced toward the ceiling camera.
"Lauren."
"She wanted me to doubt you."
Nathan's face tightened.
"I know."
"Then don't help her."
For a moment, he looked wounded by the sentence.
Then he nodded.
"Charleston was eight years ago."
Lauren waited.
"My mother invited me to a weekend at the Grant house."
"With Ashley."
"With both families."
He leaned against the wall as though the memory itself had weight.
"I thought it was a business weekend."
"And it wasn't?"
"Not entirely."
Nathan told her about a dinner overlooking Charleston Harbor, a table arranged with white roses, and two families raising glasses before he understood what they were celebrating.
Evelyn had stood and spoken about continuity.
Richard Grant had spoken about legacy.
Then a jeweler had arrived with a velvet box.
Lauren stared at him.
"They tried to announce your engagement without asking you?"
"They called it an understanding."
"That's worse."
Nathan gave a humorless smile.
"I thought so too."
Ashley had been twenty-one then.
She had known about the plan for weeks.
Nathan had not.
When he refused the ring and walked out, Ashley followed him onto the back terrace.
She cried.
She accused him of humiliating her.
Then she kissed him.
Lauren's expression changed.
Nathan did not look away.
"I pushed her back immediately."
"You never told me that."
"Because it meant nothing to me."
"It meant something to her."
"I understand that now."
Lauren looked toward the abandoned baby blanket on the floor.
"And the blanket?"
Nathan exhaled.
"My mother had a nursery gift box prepared as part of the weekend."
Lauren blinked.
"Before you were even engaged?"
"There were baby clothes, silver cups, blankets, ridiculous things."
"With your initials."
"With mine and hers on different pieces."
"And Ashley kept them."
Nathan looked disgusted.
"Apparently."
Lauren finally entered the apartment.
Nathan left the blanket outside for building security to collect as abandoned property.
Inside, Lauren sat at the kitchen island while he poured water neither of them drank.
"Why didn't you tell me your mother tried to arrange your marriage?"
"I told you she wanted me with Ashley."
"That is not the same thing."
"No."
Nathan did not defend himself.
Lauren appreciated that and resented needing to.
"Were there any other Charlestons?"
"No."
"Any other kisses?"
"No."
"Any promises?"
"No."
"Did you ever tell Ashley you loved her?"
"Never."
Lauren studied his face.
She believed him.
But belief did not erase the fact that an entire architecture of family pressure had existed around their marriage without her knowing its dimensions.
"I need every secret now."
Nathan nodded.
"Agreed."
His phone buzzed on the counter.
A message from Evelyn.
COME TO THE ESTATE ALONE.
Nathan showed Lauren.
She laughed once.
"Subtle."
Another message arrived.
THIS CONCERNS YOUR FATHER'S TRUST.
Nathan's expression sharpened.
Lauren noticed.
"What trust?"
He looked at her.
There was the smallest pause.
Lauren's anger returned immediately.
"Nathan."
"This isn't a secret about Ashley."
"That's not what I asked."
He sat across from her.
"My father created a family trust before he died."
"I know that."
"You don't know the succession clause."
Lauren said nothing.
Nathan continued.
"Sixteen percent of Mitchell Aerospace is held in trust."
"For you?"
"Eventually."
"When?"
His eyes moved toward her belly.
Lauren understood before he spoke.
"When our baby is born?"
"When my first legally recognized child is born, voting control of those shares transfers into a household trust managed jointly by me and my spouse."
Lauren stared at him.
"Me."
"Yes."
She stood too quickly and winced as her sore leg protested.
Nathan moved toward her.
She raised a hand.
"Don't."
He stopped.
"You were going to let me become trustee of sixteen percent of a major company without telling me?"
"The attorneys were preparing everything for next month."
"That isn't an answer."
Nathan looked ashamed.
"I wanted to protect you from the family politics until we had to deal with them."
Lauren stared at him.
"You protected me by leaving me ignorant."
"I was wrong."
The speed of his admission took some force out of her anger.
Not enough.
"What happens to your mother's control when the shares transfer?"
Nathan took a slow breath.
"She loses her automatic voting majority."
The apartment went silent.
Everything shifted at once.
Charleston.
The marriage plan.
Ashley's resentment.
Evelyn watching from the balcony.
The deleted recording.
Lauren placed both hands on the counter.
"Your mother doesn't just prefer Ashley."
"No."
"She needs the Grant family."
"Their voting agreement keeps her in control."
"And if you had married Ashley, the Grant and Mitchell interests would stay aligned after your child was born."
Nathan nodded once.
Lauren almost laughed at the coldness of it.
"So I didn't just marry her son."
"Lauren."
"I disrupted a corporate succession plan."
Nathan's phone buzzed again.
This time the message came from the unknown number.
DON'T GO TO THE ESTATE.
A second message followed.
THEY HAVE PAPERS READY FOR YOU TO SIGN.
Nathan typed back.
WHAT PAPERS?
The answer came immediately.
A VOTING PROXY.
Lauren and Nathan looked at each other.
Then a photograph arrived.
It showed a document lying on Evelyn's desk.
The heading was clearly visible.
IRREVOCABLE TEMPORARY PROXY AGREEMENT.
Beneath it was Nathan's full legal name.
And on the signature line, someone had already practiced his signature in pencil.
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