“You were right,” Addison whispered through tears that streamed down her cheeks like acknowledgment of devastating reality. “About everything.”

Wyatt moved toward her with careful precision, his arms surrounding her trembling form with protective warmth that felt like sanctuary after storm. His embrace enveloped her completely, shielding her from truth that threatened to destroy everything she’d built.

“I know this hurts,” he murmured against her hair with gentle authority. “I know you didn’t want to believe it.”

“He’s not like that,” she sobbed into his tactical vest, her voice breaking under accumulated grief. “Not with me. Not with our baby.”

“I know,” Wyatt replied with steel conviction that carried weight of absolute understanding. “He’s not a killer to you. But he’s a systematic murderer to everyone else.”

Her composure shattered completely as she clung to him with desperate strength. In this moment, he felt like the only safe place in a world where love had become weapon and truth had become torture.

“I trusted him,” she whispered with voice that carried heartbreak and betrayal intertwined. “I built my entire future on trusting him.”

“He made himself trustworthy to you,” Wyatt explained with tactical precision, his hand stroking her back with reverent gentleness. “That’s how predators operate. They become perfect for their chosen target.”

“But our baby—”

“Will be loved completely,” Wyatt promised with fierce conviction that blazed through his scarred features. “By both of us. Always.”

His arms tightened around her with possessive warmth that spoke of five years of suppressed longing finally finding expression. She melted against him completely, accepting comfort that felt like coming home after impossible journey.

“I missed you so much,” she confessed against his chest where his heartbeat thundered with recognition of her surrender.

“I missed you beyond reason,” he replied with voice that cracked under accumulated emotion. “Beyond sanity. Beyond everything that tried to convince me you’d moved on.”

They studied documents together with shared horror, her head against his shoulder while his fingers traced corporate evidence that confirmed systematic evil disguised as business efficiency.

“Seven families,” Wyatt said with deadly quiet that made each name carry weight of marble tombstone. “Men, women, children—eliminated because they witnessed financial crimes.”

“All those signatures,” she breathed with growing revulsion. “All those authorizations.”

“Including his,” Wyatt confirmed with steel certainty that cut through any remaining hope for Jaxon’s innocence.

“Wyatt!” Firebird’s voice cut across their examination with tactical urgency that demanded immediate attention. “Need you in main lobby! File analysis complete!”

“Time to face reality,” Wyatt declared, helping her to her feet with gentle strength that promised continued protection.

“What?” Addison asked with confusion threading her voice.

“Mr. Wellington’s escape plan,” Sarah explained with desperate urgency. “Emergency exit while they’re distracted.”

Addison’s gaze found Jaxon across lobby space where his attention remained locked on Wyatt with territorial fury that promised imminent violence.

“Now or never,” Sarah pressed with authority that demanded immediate decision.

Recognition crashed through Addison’s consciousness like lightning strike. Jaxon’s preparation, his tactical planning, his promise of freedom—everything clicking into place as opportunity blazed before her.

“Don’t believe their fabricated evidence!” Jaxon’s voice carried across marble space with desperate appeal.

But she was already moving, backing away from confrontation with careful precision while every eye remained focused on digital proof of systematic murder blazing across Firebird’s screen.

Sarah guided her toward rear corridor with tactical efficiency that spoke of military planning disguised as civilian assistance. Emergency exit beckoned like promise of salvation from nightmare that had consumed everything she’d believed about love, trust, and the man whose child grew within her.

Freedom waited beyond steel doors, but each step felt like betrayal of both men who claimed to love her completely—one guilty of authorizing murder, the other guilty of seeking justice through methods that would destroy them all.

Her choice was finally made, not between competing lovers but between staying trapped in their warfare or protecting the innocent life that depended entirely on her survival instincts overcoming everything else.