Chapter: Project SovereignI don’t remember falling asleep. I remember waking to his sentence still running through my head, gray light pressing through the curtains like it had been waiting me out.She doesn’t need to agree. She just needs to exist.My phone buzzes. An email, no sender, no subject.PROJECT SOVEREIGNA photo of me leaving a pharmacy two years ago, the angle wrong for a stranger’s camera. One line beneath it.Enter access code to continue.Our anniversary. Denied. His birthday. Denied. Mine. Denied. Then smaller text, easy to miss.Hint: the date it began.Not the wedding. The proposal. I key it in, and the file opens.A medical report. My name. My birth date. Hormone panels I never had run. Genetic markers no doctor has ever spoken to me about. Page after page, dated across four years I didn’t know were being recorded.Then it stops.This section requires Tier 2 clearance.I click through twice. The same gray box answers both times. Someone has been building a version of my life I never agreed
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Chapter: The Gala“Who do we have to thank for tonight? This place is stunning.”The reporter’s microphone hovers between me and Damian. I open my mouth, six months of work sitting on my tongue, the seating charts and the florist calls and the three separate tastings for a menu nobody would remember by dessert.“Celeste handled everything,” Damian says, his hand finding the small of her back instead of mine. “She has incredible taste.”The reporter is already turning away before I close my mouth. I stood there with my mouth still slightly open, the sentence I never got to say dissolving somewhere behind my teeth, and for a second I couldn’t tell if the heat climbing my neck was humiliation or just the sheer strangeness of hearing my own work handed to someone else in four words, in front of a camera, by the one person who was supposed to know better.I stand there in the ballroom I spent six months building and I tell myself he’s tired, distracted, that he didn’t mean to skip over me. I’ve been telling
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Chapter: The ReplacementBy breakfast, the house already looked like it belonged to someone else.It started with the flowers. I’d arranged those peonies myself two days ago, leaning them toward the window the way my mother taught me. Now they were turned toward the staircase instead, angled to greet anyone coming down from the study.“They looked better this way,” Celeste said, appearing in the hallway with a folder tucked under her arm. “Hope you don’t mind. More light hits them from this angle.”“They’re fine where they are.” I kept my voice light. Pleasant. The voice I used with vendors who overcharged us.“Of course.” She smiled, already walking past me toward the study. My study.How do you tell someone they stole your place in a room by turning a vase?By breakfast, it wasn’t just flowers anymore.Damian was already at the table when I came down, and so was she, sitting in the chair across from him instead of at the far end where guests usually sat. Where she sat now used to be mine.“Morning,” I said.
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Chapter: Invisible WifeThe house was too quiet when I got home, and not the peaceful kind.Mrs. Ferris glanced up from the hall table when I walked in, then found something urgent to do with the flowers. She’d worked for us four years. She had never once looked away from me like that, like meeting my eyes might make her complicit in something.I went upstairs to shower off the day, and that was when I saw it. A navy velvet box sitting on my side of the bed, the kind that only came from one jeweler in the city. My whole chest lifted before I could stop it.Maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe there were two.I sat down on his side of the mattress, the side that still smelled like him, and remembered this exact spot, Damian on one knee, forgetting half the speech he’d clearly practiced, laughing at his own nerves while I cried before he even finished asking.I opened the box.Empty. Just the pale indent in the velvet where something was supposed to sit. My hand hovered over the dent like I could press it back into bei
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Chapter: The Anniversary GiftSix years ago today, Damian promised to love me for the rest of his life. This morning, he left before I woke up, and I told myself that meant nothing.His side of the bed was cold, the kind that means someone has been gone for hours. No note. No kiss on my forehead, the one he used to leave even when he had early meetings, back when he couldn’t stand the idea of me waking up alone.Two years into our marriage, a Tuesday night, he’d come home early and found me making a mess of his mother’s shrimp recipe. He didn’t say anything. He just came up behind me, stole a shrimp straight off the pan with his fingers, and when I swatted at him he grabbed my waist and spun me around the kitchen like we were somewhere fancier than our own house, humming something off key against my ear until I was laughing too hard to be annoyed anymore.I held onto that memory like a hand I was afraid to let go of.Work has been insane, he’d said last week, three times, distracted, his phone lighting up his face
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