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The Accident Was No Mistake: My CEO Husband Wants Me Back The offer
VALERIE “And I’d like you to come to our Founders’ Tasting.” Iris slid a hand into her bag. “It’s in two weeks, at the townhouse, before the doors open. We’re inviting eight bakeries. Some are very well known. Two have stars on the wall, if you care about that. Each one presents a tasting menu to a small panel of members and investors, and the winner becomes Belmont House’s official pastry partner, with a three-year contract.”I tried not to let my face do anything.Three years. A kitchen. A partner with real money and a name that opened doors in rooms I would never otherwise enter. After the Mercer Street increase, I’d run the numbers on my own business so many times I could do them in my sleep, and I knew exactly what a contract like that meant. It meant the café could breathe. It meant I could hire help, and not count the days until the lease reset. I’d spent months waiting for a stroke of luck, and here it was, sitting across from me in a camel coat.“Why me?” I asked. “You said
The Accident Was No Mistake: My CEO Husband Wants Me Back The unexpected customer
VALERIEIt had been two days since the carrier call, and I had gotten very good at flinching at my own email.Every time my phone buzzed on the counter, my stomach dropped before my brain caught up. A coupon from the flour supplier. A newsletter from a store I’d bought one scarf from. A text from Mrs. Bennett asking if I’d seen the new flyers. None of them was the secure link, and each one left me a little more tired than the last.Things with Miles were strained. Not fighting. Fighting would have been easier, because fighting at least gives you something to point at. He called every morning before his first meeting and every night when he finally got out, and he asked about the café and Gerald and whether I was eating, and he was, as always, the perfect boyfriend. That was the part I couldn’t stand. He was being so good, and I was being so careful.I’d always thought the hard part of keeping something from someone would be the lie itself. It turned out to be the pauses. The half-seco
The Accident Was No Mistake: My CEO Husband Wants Me Back Lies,lies,more lies
VALERIEThere was a short pause on the line.“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” she said, and I could tell she meant it. “Okay. Let’s get you the best answer we can. Once I have the documents I’ll submit it to the records department. It can take up to ten business days. You’ll get a secure link by email, and the link expires after forty-eight hours, so make sure you open it when it comes through.”“Ten business days.”“I know. I’m sorry. I wish I could make it faster. They’re archived in a different system, and a person has to pull them by hand.”“No, that’s fine. Thank you. Really.”She read me a confirmation number, twice, and I typed it on my phone. I wrote it on the back of my hand with the pen I kept in my coat pocket. Then I thanked her again. The call ended, and the street went on being a street.Ten business days. Two weeks, if you counted weekends.I let myself in and turned the sign around.I had left a hand-lettered card on my cafe door that morning.“Opening late today, back by 11”
The Accident Was No Mistake: My CEO Husband Wants Me Back Handling it myself
VALERIEI was almost to the corner before I noticed I still had my coat on.I’d worn it the whole time. Through Roman’s elevator, through twenty minutes in a room that was always kept a few degrees too warm, and I’d sat there like someone waiting to be told she could leave. When I finally flagged down a cab and slid into the back seat, the lining was damp against my spine. I pulled at the collar and gave the driver the café’s address, and then I sat very still and let the last half hour catch up with me.I had told Roman.Not Zoey, Not MilesBut RomanThe order of that bothered me more the longer the cab moved through traffic. Zoey was the person I called when the floor tilted. Miles was the person I was supposed to be building forward with. Roman was the closed chapter I kept reopening by accident. And still, when the question had turned sharp enough to cut, I had walked into his building and put the night in his hands.Maybe because he had already been in the aftermath. Maybe becaus
The Accident Was No Mistake: My CEO Husband Wants Me Back Working together
ROMANI was halfway through a vendor contract when Daniel knocked and put his head around the door.“You have a guest.”“There’s nothing on the calendar until eleven.”“She doesn’t have an appointment.” Daniel’s face was doing the careful, empty thing it did when he knew exactly how I’d react and had decided to be professional about it. “It’s Ms. Laurent.”I set the pen down. Slowly, because for a second I didn’t trust my hand to do it any other way.It had been days since her doorway. Days of not calling, which I’d managed through a combination of work, scotch, and the memory of her saying “get out” in a voice that left no room for interpretation. I had stopped expecting her to come through any door of mine.“Send her in.”She came in,bag on her shoulder, and stopped just inside like she’d drawn a line on the carpet. Dark jeans, gray coat she hadn’t bothered to take off. No makeup to speak of. Her hair was pinned up in a knot that was losing its argument with gravity.“Valerie.”“Rom
The Accident Was No Mistake: My CEO Husband Wants Me Back The Reveal
VALERIE “Mrs. Hale,” I said, and my voice came out odd. “Would you mind if I stepped out for a minute? I need to take something.” She nodded without asking why, which I appreciated. I walked down the hall to the window at the far end, where a rubber plant was dying politely in its pot, and held the phone against my ear with the volume turned as low as it went. I pressed play. There was a hiss, a faint rumble like an engine or a bad vent, and then a woman’s voice, in the middle of a sentence, calm and quick. “—taken a turn. Her vitals are unstable and she’s been asking for you. We think it would be best if you came as soon as you can.” A pause. A breath. Then my own voice, thin and strange, not at all how I sound to myself. “I’m on my way.” The recording ended. I played it again. Then a third time, standing very still in the corridor with my forehead almost touching the glass. Twenty-three seconds, and that was everything. The number had been unfamiliar. That was w
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