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Chapter 12 - What Each of Us Was Protecting

The confrontation occurred during a court-ordered settlement conference involving the frozen funds.

Trent arrived wearing a charcoal suit and the expression he used in promotional videos—relaxed, amused, and slightly disappointed in everyone else.

He was not permitted to approach me because the temporary order remained active.

Rachel sat beside Caroline. I sat with David.

Aster Bridge’s attorney explained that roughly $407,000 remained after administrative expenses. Customer-refund claims exceeded $600,000.

Trent wanted the account released to Northline so he could “complete service obligations” and restore revenue.

Rachel wanted the fifty-two thousand dollars recognized as protected funds and the remaining reserve distributed through a supervised process.

I wanted my assault case separated from any financial bargain.

Trent looked at Rachel.

“You caused the freeze. You destroyed the only chance we had.”

Rachel stared at her hands. “You were sending it overseas.”

“To a vendor.”

“A cryptocurrency broker.”

“You don’t understand the transaction.”

“That’s what you always say when someone asks what you’re doing.”

His smile vanished.

He accused her of betraying their marriage because she needed her mother’s approval.

Rachel finally answered without raising her voice.

“I protected you because failing beside you felt less humiliating than admitting she was right.”

Trent turned toward me.

“You treated me like garbage from the day we met.”

“I distrusted you.”

“You made her feel stupid for loving me.”

“I didn’t make you use her name.”

His face tightened.

There it was—the wound beneath his arrogance.

Trent had grown up moving between rentals while his father cycled through failed businesses. He had built Northline to prove he could enter the rooms where wealthy people dismissed him.

Every question about the company sounded to him like the voice of someone expecting him to remain poor.

His insecurity explained the performance.

It did not explain away the fraud or violence.

Aster Bridge offered Trent one final option: consent to a supervised distribution, disclose the new coaching business, and stop using Northline customer data.

He refused.

Rachel removed a small external drive from her bag.

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“I copied the customer database before I left.”

Trent’s fear appeared before he could hide it.

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