Page 126 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

“Aurora,” Thomas’s voice was steady, professional, but there was something lighter in his tone, “I’ve reviewed the documents you gave me.”

I held my breath.

“There’s enough here to challenge Hank’s claim in court.”

A sharp, sudden relief washed over me, like I’d been holding up a collapsing building and someone had finally taken some of the weight.

I braced myself against the counter. “You're sure?”

“Positive.” I heard papers rustling on his end. “The deed, the financial records, the letters—everything points to tampering after your uncle’s death. If we file an injunction, we can put astop to Hank’s claim before he gets any further. It won’t be easy, but you’ve got a real shot here.”

A real shot.

I sagged against the counter, pressing my hand over my eyes. “Thank you, Thomas. You have no idea how much this means.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “This fight isn’t over. But at least now, you’ve got a weapon.”

A weapon. That was exactly what this was.

I ended the call, gripping my phone so tightly my fingers trembled.

This was a win. A small one, but still a win.

And yet I still felt like I was falling.

I turned and caught sight of my reflection in the window.

My face was pale, dark circles under my eyes from too many nights spent awake, running through every worst-case scenario.

I had nothing now. No job. No safety net. I wouldn't be able to keep my apartment in the city for much longer, not without draining my savings.

And what would be the point?

My boss had made sure I wouldn’t find another marketing position anytime soon. The industry was too connected, too ruthless.

One bad whisper—one hint that I was a liability—and I was done.

And I was a liability now.

I wasn’t the woman who had everything under control anymore. I wasn’t the polished, professional strategist who had her whole life mapped out.

I pressed a fist against my stomach, swallowing hard.

What was I supposed to do now? Who was I without the career I’d spent years building?

I glanced down at my phone, still gripped in my shaking hand.

A court case was coming. A battle for Page Turners.

And beyond that?

I had no idea what came next.

I needed air.

Actually, I neededthem.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed my coat and keys, shoving my phone into my pocket.

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