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ADULTS ARE SPEAKING

Author: Dchenemi
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-11-07 16:01:51

VENICE

Soren breaks the kiss first. He pulls his mouth off hers with a ragged breath and shakes his head, eyes shut, his hands still tangled in her hair.

"Liz, we shouldn't do this." His voice is hoarse. "We can't."

Then his eyes open, and they slide past her shoulder to the door, and he sees me.

I laugh. I don't mean to. It comes up dry and scraping, and it hurts all the way out of my throat. "Why can't you?"

His eyes go wide. He shoves Elizabeth off him with both hands, hard enough that she s
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  • 30 Days To Divorce Mr Malcolm    ADULTS ARE SPEAKING

    VENICESoren breaks the kiss first. He pulls his mouth off hers with a ragged breath and shakes his head, eyes shut, his hands still tangled in her hair."Liz, we shouldn't do this." His voice is hoarse. "We can't."Then his eyes open, and they slide past her shoulder to the door, and he sees me.I laugh. I don't mean to. It comes up dry and scraping, and it hurts all the way out of my throat. "Why can't you?"His eyes go wide. He shoves Elizabeth off him with both hands, hard enough that she stumbles back against the bedpost and catches herself on it. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears are red, her eyes heavy and half closed, her lipstick smeared past the corner of her mouth. "Soren?" she slurs, blinking at him. "Why did you...?"She's drunk. He isn't. His gaze is clear and horrified, and I can see his erection straining against his sweatpants."Venice." He takes a step toward me, arms out. "Venice, wait, it's not— I can explain. She came by, she was upset, she'd been drinking, and

  • 30 Days To Divorce Mr Malcolm    SOREN AND ELIZABETH

    VENICEThe lobby is almost empty when we come out of the hall, and the counter by the doors is still open. A girl in a black apron is boxing slices of strawberry and chocolate cake, thick triangles with glazed berries sliding off the top.I stop walking."What?" Julian asks."Nothing." But I'm thinking about Soren swallowing burnt toast like medicine, and about the fever he's had all week. I don't know if it's gone. I never asked. "Give me one second."I buy a slice in a paper box. Julian watches me tie the ribbon with his eyebrows halfway up his forehead."That's for your husband.""He's been sick all week.""The one who wanted to eat me." He holds the door open. "You're a better person than I am. I'd have let him starve."We end up in a café two streets over that stays open for the theater crowd, at a table in the back with a candle in a jar. Julian orders tea, I order hot chocolate, and he spends ten full minutes imitating Gus removing a man by the elbow until I'm wiping my eyes wi

  • 30 Days To Divorce Mr Malcolm    THE WOMAN WITH THE SCAR

    VENICEThe Alder Street Theatre smells like old velvet and floor polish, and I'd know that smell with my eyes closed. It goes straight into my chest and stays there.A man in a maroon vest blocks the door to the stalls with a flashlight he clearly doesn't need. He's about seventy, built like a wardrobe, with white eyebrows that look like they've been trained for combat."Tickets," he says.Julian hands them over. The man reads both stubs slowly, then lifts his eyes to Julian, then to me, then back to Julian. "Row F. You're early, kid.""Gus, this is Venice. Venice, this is Gus. He's been running this door since before I was born.""Since before your father was born," Gus corrects, and his eyebrows climb. "Phones off, miss. Last month a man took a call during the death scene. I removed him by the elbow.""What happened to him?" I ask."Banned until March." He jerks his head toward the aisle. "Seats are on the left. Don't cry in the second act. I mop that row myself."I laugh out loud,

  • 30 Days To Divorce Mr Malcolm    CANCEL

    VENICEI wake up on Friday to the smell of burning toast.It creeps down the hall and under the guest room door, sharp enough that I pull the pillow over my face and think, for one hopeful second, that the kitchen is on fire. Then I hear Belle's voice from downstairs, dry as the toast. "Sir, that's the third one."I put on my robe and go to look.Soren is standing at the stove, barefoot, in a gray T-shirt and last night's sweatpants, holding a spatula like it might bite him. Three black slices sit on a plate. An egg is sliding down the cupboard door. Belle leans against the fridge with her arms folded and the face of a woman who has seen a lot in this house and is now seeing the worst of it.In all the months we shared a bedroom, he was dressed and gone before I opened my eyes. I can count on one hand the mornings I saw him before he'd put his shoes on. Walking in on him like this feels like walking in on a stranger.He turns, and the stranger smiles, crooked, with a dimple I'd forgot

  • 30 Days To Divorce Mr Malcolm    SOMEONE ELSE

    SORENLiz is still crying when I sit down beside her.It's the quiet kind now, and she's twisting my handkerchief into a rope between her fingers. I pour tea into a clean cup and push it across the table. Her hand shakes so badly the cup chatters on the saucer."Hey. Drink that.""I can't!" She presses the back of her wrist to her nose. "She hates me, Soren, and she's right to! Every time I come here I make it worse, and I still keep coming. What is wrong with me?""Nothing's wrong with you. You felt guilty about the rain, that's all.""You were sick!" Her voice splinters. "You were in this house with a fever, and I was in my apartment staring at my phone like an idiot, and I couldn't stand it! I just needed to see you were breathing!"It gets me, the way it always has. Her tears go straight through the part of me that's supposed to stay sensible, and I hate that I can't sit next to them and do nothing. I put my hand over hers until the shaking slows."I'm breathing, Liz. Look at me.

  • 30 Days To Divorce Mr Malcolm    STANDING BY THE DOOR

    VENICESoren's footsteps come back down the hall, and I know the second he stops in the dining room doorway what he's looking at.Elizabeth is bent over in his chair, crying into his handkerchief. He's across the room before I can finish my toast, crouching beside her knees with one hand on the armrest."Liz. What happened? I was gone two minutes.""She won't forgive me!" Her breath hitches on every word. "I apologized, Soren, I said it over and over, and she just kept eating like I wasn't even here! What else does she want from me?"He lifts his head and looks at me. It's the look he gives Nathan when a deal goes wrong, level, with a lecture sitting right behind it. "What did you say to her?""The truth." I hold his gaze while I pick up my cup and drink the last of my tea, because I refuse to let him see my hand shake. "Ask her what it was.""She said I could have you!" Elizabeth's voice cracks in half. "Like you're a leftover she doesn't want to finish!""That's the part you're goin

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