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CHAPTER 38: THE FRAGILE QUIET
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ALMOST PERFECT CHAPTER 41: THE SICKNESS UNTO DEATH
Morning came like an accusation. The sunlight that crept through the gap in the curtains was thin and grey, the colour of old dishwater, and it pooled on the hardwood floor without warmth. Grey lay rigid beside Lisa, who had somehow managed to sleep through the long, terrible hours of his vigil. Her breathing was deep and even, the sound of peace, the sound of a soul untroubled by the weight of its own treachery. He turned his head very slowly, careful not to disturb her, and studied her profile in the weak light. Her lashes fanned against her cheek, dark and delicate. Her mouth was soft, slightly parted. The swell of her belly rose and fell beneath the comforter, their daughter tumbling and shifting within, blissfully unaware that her father had become a stranger to himself.He should get up. He should shower, shave, dress in one of the crisp shirts that Lisa had ironed for him, the ones that smelled of fabric softener and domesticity. He should kiss her goodbye, a chaste press of l
ALMOST PERFECT CHAPTER 40: BROKEN
The silence in the apartment was a physical presence, thick and accusing, pressing down on Grey from all sides. He sat on the floor beside the couch, his back against the worn fabric, his head cradled in his hands. The only sounds were Lisa’s steady, sleeping breath and the frantic, runaway rhythm of his own heart, a drumbeat of guilt echoing in the stillness.He could still feel it. The phantom press of Evelyn’s lips, soft yet demanding. The searing heat of her hand slipping past his waistband, a touch so intimate it felt like a violation now. The shocking, electric connection that had, for a few disastrous minutes, made him forget every single thing that mattered. The memory was a brand, seared into him, and with every agonizing replay, the shame burned deeper, etching itself onto his bones.He had done the one thing he swore he never would. He had betrayed the one person who had stood by him, who had believed in him when he was nothing but potential and empty pockets. He had traded
ALMOST PERFECT CHAPTER 39: CHAMPAGNE CONFESSIONS
The conference room hummed with tension as Grey stood at the front, projector light casting his shadow large against the wall. The Henderson team sat across from him–suits, laptops, skeptical expressions. Evelyn sat at the head of the table, her posture straight, her gaze steady on him.He’d prepared for weeks. The creative brief was tight, visuals sharp, projections conservative but compelling. When he reached the final slide–"Phase Two: Partnership Elevated"–the room was silent for three heartbeats.Then applause. The Henderson VP stood, extending his hand. "Outstanding, Grey. We're in."Evelyn's smile was genuine, proud. "Well done," she said quietly as the room emptied, just the two of them left. Her hand brushed his arm–brief, electric. "Drinks after? The team's earned it."He nodded, the adrenaline still buzzing. "Sounds good."The bar was three blocks away, a sleek place with low lighting and leather booths. The team arrived in waves–Patricia from accounting, Mike from design,
ALMOST PERFECT CHAPTER 38: THE FRAGILE QUIET
The scent of roses lingered in the apartment long after Evelyn left, a sweet, persistent ghost that seemed to follow Grey from room to room. He tried to shake it–opened windows, brewed strong coffee, but it clung to the air, a perfumed reminder of the disruption.Lisa noticed. She moved through the rest of the morning with a quiet thoughtfulness, her usual easy chatter replaced by soft silences. She arranged the flowers in a tall glass vase, placing them prominently on the dining table where they glowed like something from another world.“They really are beautiful,” she said, running a finger along a petal. “Must have cost a fortune.”Grey nodded, not trusting his voice. He busied himself with the half-built changing table, the instructions suddenly confusing in his hands.“She’s very… put together,” Lisa continued, her tone carefully neutral. “For a Saturday morning gallery hop.”“Evelyn’s always put together,” Grey said, forcing a lightness he didn’t feel. “It’s part of her brand.”
ALMOST PERFECT CHAPTER 37: THE UNINVITED ROSE
Saturday morning dawned with the crisp clarity of weekends…no alarms, no deadlines, just the soft padding of bare feet on hardwood floors. Grey moved through their apartment with a newfound ease, brewing coffee while Lisa dozed on the couch, one hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. At thirty-six weeks, she’d grown round and radiant, her skin glowing with the nearness of their daughter’s arrival.The doorbell chimed–unexpected but welcome. Probably Mrs. Henderson returning the baking dish Lisa had lent her.Grey opened the door to a vision that stole his breath.Evelyn stood there, wrapped in a camel-colored coat that fell to her knees, the collar turned up against the autumn chill. Her hair–usually pinned back in a severe bun, cascaded in loose waves around her face, framing eyes the color of dark honey. She held a bouquet of white roses and lilies, their fragrance drifting into the hallway."Grey," she said, her voice softer than he’d ever heard it. "I hope I’m not intr
ALMOST PERFECT CHAPTER 36: POLISHED EDGES
The elevator doors slid open on the fifth floor, and Grey stepped out into the familiar hum of fluorescent lights and keyboard clatter. Three months into the job, the place still smelled the same–recycled air, instant coffee, and the faint metallic tang of anxiety from someone, somewhere, missing a deadline.He made his way to his desk, nodding at Patricia from Accounting, who was already on her second coffee and looked like she might need a third. His corner spot wasn't fancy, but it had a window. That felt like luxury.Grey had noticed changes in himself lately. Not dramatic ones–nothing that would stop traffic but enough that people saw it. The dark circles under his eyes had faded. His shoulders sat lower, less hunched under invisible weight. He'd bought new shirts the week before, ones that actually fit instead of hanging off him like apologies. Lisa had insisted, pulling him through a shop with the determination of a woman on a mission."You walk differently now," she'd said. "Y
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