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Martin Strasburg works for Neuronix.

Her head snapped up, her mind racing back to that conversation at the event.

Martin had seen Levi there. Had congratulated her on their wedding. And mentioned so casually that he was a software engineer for Neuronix.

“He even let us keep partial rights to the technologies we helped create. That kind of leadership is rare. If Levi ever left Neuronix, I think half the company would walk out the door with him.”

At the time, it hadn’t registered as anything important other than a polite conversation with one of the featured charities. But now…now, it was everything.

Her heart thundered in her chest as she sifted through the recollections. There was something else—something she had seen in the paperwork from when they married. She couldn’t quite place it, but it was there.

A wicked grin spread across her lips. Eyes flashing with purpose, she turned to Levi and said, her voice electric with excitement, “I think I know how you can take your company back.”

Levi’s head snapped up, his eyes locked on hers like she had dropped a live grenade between them.

Levi

A genius. His wife was anevil, brilliant, drop-dead gorgeousgenius. Levi could only stare, absolutely awestruck by the brilliance of her idea.

With one simple question, she had flipped everything on its head. What had felt like an irreversible loss was suddenly a whole new ball game, and there was still plenty of time left on the clock for a comeback.

“Don’t you, as an individual, still own partial rights and patents to your products?”

The answer hit him like a jolt of electricity.

He sure did…so did Owen and Isaac. Like him, they had never let go of their direct involvement in the development process, not even after the company went public. They hadn’t wanted to become those executives who sat in corner offices and forgot how to code.

They had stayed in the trenches and kept creating and building. And because of that…they still owned the rights to the original code base. The foundation ofeverythingNeuronix had become.

As Aurelia recounted her conversation with Martin Strasburg at the charity ball, her eyes practically glowing with excitement, the puzzle pieces snapped perfectly into place.

Martin had been there from the beginning. And if Martin was already talking about leaving Neuronix if Levi ever started something new…

Daring hope sparked to life in his chest.

“I can give you Martin’s contact information if you’d like,” she offered, her smile nothing short of luminous. Then she tilted her head, her expression turning sly. “Oh…and I might know someone willing to invest in a new venture,” she added sweetly.

Levi barked out a disbelieving laugh and didn’t waste a second. He rounded the island in two long strides and captured her mouth in a deep, soul-stealing kiss.

Because his wife didn’t just save him—she had also handed his closest friends and most loyal employees back their future.

CHAPTER 56

Aurelia

Although Aurelia spent most of her time confined to the couch with her foot propped up, the days blurred together in a whirlwind of unexpected activity.

Somehow, the week had vanished right out from under her.

Now, the weekend had finally arrived, bringing with it the promise of laughter, teasing banter, and the much-needed comfort of the people she cared about most.

For the first time since everything fell apart, the entire gang was coming over for dinner.

The house was tranquil, offering a rare and fragile moment of peacefulness before the chaos descended.

Earlier, she had tried to help in the kitchen, but Levi had been an immovable wall of stubbornness, standing between her and anything remotely resembling productivity. His brows had drawn low with that perfect mix of concern and exasperation, his arms crossed as if daring her to try him.

The man took his role as Nurse Levi far too seriously. More than once this week, she had genuinely contemplated shoving him into the lagoon just to make a point. Though in the end, that fleeting frustration couldn’t outweigh the quiet, aching gratitude she felt for his care.