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Chapter 15: The Fallout
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We sit at the dining table, watching the candle flicker like the last ember of a dying fire. Jack shifts, clears the finalized divorce papers, and sets them aside with the care of a surgeon. The edges of the documents are sharp, like the words and arguments that led us here, but his hands are steady. I pass him the salt, and our fingers brush, a soft collision that neither of us acknowledges. "We're free now," he says, his voice steady and clear. The words should be a relief, a declaration of independence, but they cling to the air like smoke. "Finally, a fresh start," I reply, echoing his calm. My fingers tap on the plate, a nervous metronome keeping time with my thoughts. Jack nods, a solemn agreement, and I see his eyes flicker to the papers before settling back on his food. We eat in quiet rhythm, words and glances punctuating the meal like stops and starts on a broken line. The room is a mix of shadows and warmth, the dim light casting our reflections against the walls. I look a
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Moving boxes isn't the hardest thing I've ever done, though I suppose it should be. At my age, I shouldn't be leaving anyone or anything behind. I hear my own quick steps shuffling through the modest new living room as Jack and I carry in the last of the taped-up containers. His grin is large and bright in the late afternoon light, which streams in through wide windows and bounces off the freshly painted walls. "What's this?" he asks, holding up a wrench from my old toolbox. "You planning to do any work around here?" He laughs like he already knows the answer. "Careful," I warn, adjusting the weight of the box in my arms. "Those things are sharp. You might hurt yourself." "Are you going to fix me up if I do?" Jack sets his load down with a playful wink and comes over to take mine. "Only if I have to," I reply, though my voice wavers between sarcasm and sincerity. His easy charm is something I haven't felt in years, and the way we move together through this house is surprisingly na
A Spark in The Ashes of Our Vows Chapter 17: The Decision
I sit across from Angela in the crowded coffee shop, watching as she squeezes her mug and brings it to her lips. Around us, the sun fills the room with too much light, pressing in through the floor-to-ceiling windows until I feel like I’m suffocating. I keep tapping my fingers on the edge of the table, waiting for the right words to come. Angela sets her mug down, leaving a crimson lipstick stain against the white ceramic, and I take a deep breath. "I've done everything for Victoria," I say, finally. "Every sacrifice, every late night, every tear." I keep my eyes on Angela, trying to ignore the loud clatter of dishes and the voices that mingle around us. She reaches across the table and puts her hand on mine. “I just don’t understand. It has always been me in her corner. I’m the only one who ever fought for that child. I took a crash course in family court, and had to push Alex to do everything he did. I walked him through it all step by step. He would have never been a ‘father’ if i
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I watch Jack standing by the window, golden evening light painting his profile as he swirls the wine in his glass. The liquid catches the light, throwing ruby shadows across his face. Something in the way he holds himself—shoulders tense despite his casual stance—tells me he has news. I curl my fingers around the silver spoon I've been absently holding, feeling its cool weight anchor me to this moment, this worn sofa that has witnessed too many conversations that changed everything. Our living room isn't much—faded floral curtains that came with the apartment, the coffee table with water rings I've stopped trying to remove, photos I arranged on the wall in a pattern that once felt artistic but now just seems like an attempt to cover cracks in the paint. But in this light, with dust motes dancing in the sunbeams, there's a soft kind of beauty to it. Or maybe that's just Jack's presence, the way he makes even ordinary spaces feel charged with possibility. "You're quiet tonight," he sa
A Spark in The Ashes of Our Vows Chapter 15: The Fallout
The wheels of my suitcase grind against the gravel as I make my way to Angela's front door, the weight in my chest mirroring the heft of the bag I'm dragging behind me. The sky is a dusky gray, like the color of the ocean during a storm, and it seems fitting—my life, too, is caught in a tempest. I pause for a moment, taking in the quaint porch with its hanging pots of cheerful petunias swaying gently in the wind. Relief washes over me in an unexpected wave, mingling with the profound sadness that has taken up residence in my heart. My fingers hesitate on the doorknob, slick with perspiration despite the evening chill. This threshold marks the border between my past and my uncertain future. With a deep breath meant to steel my nerves, I push the door open and step into the warmth of Angela's house. It's unfamiliar—this isn't the home I've known for years—but there's something about the soft glow of the lamps and the faint scent of jasmine in the air that whispers of new beginnings. "
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The buzz is subtle, a vibration against my thigh that might as well be a siren wailing in the silence of my own guilt. I let out a slow breath, willing my fingers to stillness before they betray me and reach for the phone hidden in my pocket. The hardware store hums around me, the clink of metal, the shuffle of footsteps, all oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. "Can I get some help with these nails?" A customer's voice pulls at the hem of my attention, but it's frayed, unraveling quickly. "Of course," I murmur, plastering on a smile that feels like a mask. I keep my hand from my pocket, away from the source of anxiety gnawing its way through my composure. But curiosity, as ever, proves a relentless foe. As the customer ambles away, satisfied with his purchase, I give in, sliding the phone out just enough to glimpse the screen. The message blares up at me, just three little words that hold the weight of my world teetering on the edge: "She knows." My heart stumbles over beats
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