[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":10},["ShallowReactive",2],{"viewer-data-2603226F4B86-347":3},{"id":4,"number":5,"name":6,"content":7,"isLocked":8,"price":9,"hasRead":8},347,8,"Chapter 8: The Slap That Stopped the Lobby","\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"You really want to know?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Tell me.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"She made it to the airport in Dubai. She messaged you, and you didn't reply. She thought you’d been caught in an attack. Someone told her that district had just been shelled, so she didn't hesitate—she tried to grab a cab. The driver was too scared to go, so she tripled the fare. In the end, he dropped her off three miles out. She walked the rest of the way alone.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Bradley Lawrence’s phone began to tremble in his hand.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Later, I found out she was already pregnant. She walked into a war zone with the singular, death-defying resolve to bring you home.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Bradley stared at the screen, his eyes burning red. He had forgotten how to breathe.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Bradley, don't blame me for breaking the bro-code. I told her everything about you and Lacey Rose. I was terrified that she’d die out there chasing a lie you invented to cover your tracks.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Bradley, you never deserved her.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Bradley dropped his phone and buried his face in his hands. His shoulders heaved with violent, jagged tremors.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He looked down at his pinky finger. A thin, jagged scar still rested there—a mark he’d earned for her when he was eighteen, a scar he had worn like a badge of honor his entire life.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He remembered the elevator that day. She had looked exhausted, her eyes sunken, her lips cracked and dry. He had walked right past her, his arm wrapped around Lacey, and hadn't even recognized her.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"She’s the love of my life.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He had said that to Lacey a thousand times. He’d typed it into comments on her videos, whispered it in places where he thought Madeline could never hear him. Now, every one of those words felt like a serrated blade, carving chunks out of his gut.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">When she was risking her life to find him, he was in bed with another woman. When she was sitting in a hospital, signing her own surgery release forms, he was pulling Lacey close and whispering, \"Again.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Bradley curled into a fetal position, shivering like a shelled shrimp. The invisible, hollow ache in his chest finally made him understand the meaning of the word: justice.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">***\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Three months later, I was promoted to lobby manager. The general manager even promised to send me abroad for an executive training program. I finally saw a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">One afternoon, while I was patrolling the lobby, the revolving doors spun.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">A man stepped in. He looked like a specter—his expensive suit hung off him like a shroud, his eye sockets were bruised hollow, and his chin was a wreck of ragged stubble.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">I froze. It was Bradley.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He stood before me, hands limp at his sides, looking completely lost.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Madeline,\" he choked out. \"I just... I wanted to see you.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">I looked at him. This was the same Bradley Lawrence who once strode through the city with the confidence of a king, the man who used to tear opponents to shreds in the courtroom. Now, he stood before me looking like a schoolboy who’d been caught in a lie.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"You’ve seen me. You can leave now.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">His eyes pooled with tears. \"Madeline, please. Come home.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">I looked him straight in the eye. \"I don't have a home.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He let out a ragged sob, tears streaming down his face. I turned, walked to the front desk, and picked up the intercom.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Security, this man isn't a guest. Please escort him out.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">The revolving doors groaned open again. My mother walked in. I frowned, my heart sinking.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Mom, if you're here to talk me into anything, you might as well turn around now.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">My mother’s eyes went instantly bloodshot. She didn't look at me; she stared straight at Bradley.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Then, *crack*.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">The slap echoed through the entire lobby. Bradley’s head whipped to the side, a vibrant red welt already blooming across his cheek.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"That one,\" my mother said, her voice vibrating with cold rage, \"is for my daughter.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">She stepped closer, her hands trembling. \"I used to think men made mistakes, and as long as they grew from them, it was fine. I used to think as long as you treated her well, she’d be content.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">She sniffed, wiping a tear from her cheek. \"My daughter was willing to die for you. And you? What kind of man are you?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Her voice boomed, turning heads across the lobby. Guests pulled out their phones, whispering as they recognized the man in the rumpled suit.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Isn't that Bradley Lawrence? The top attorney? The guy who never lost a case?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">My mother stepped forward and struck him again.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Get on your knees!\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Bradley’s face turned a violent, mortified shade of crimson.\u003C/p>",false,0,1774272924580]