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He grabbed Maxwell by the collar and pulled him up from his crouch.

“Hey, what…”

“Shut up and leave,” Durrell growled at him.

Maxwell straightened slowly as he shoved Durrell’s hand away.

“I’ll leave when I’m done.” He said as he took a deliberate step toward Durrell.

Their faces just inches apart.

“I see what you’re doing,” Maxwell continued quietly. “I know your game.”

Durrell didn’t move.

Maxwell’s gaze flicked toward Ariana sitting in the back seat.

“If you think sleeping with her and playi
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  • After the Divorce, My Ex Husband Came Crawling Back   179

    ARIANAVictor is standing near the windows when I arrive, and he looks thinner than the man who left Lakebridge two weeks ago. His sharper edges have softened into something tired, something that hasn't slept properly in longer than a night. Selene sits on the couch nearby, watching him the way you'd watch someone recovering from surgery, careful, and alert, like she's tracking every breath he takes. I file the strangeness of that away for later. Right now there's only room in me for Durrell."Sit," Victor says.I don't. "What happened?"He tells me, eventually, in pieces I have to physically brace myself to hear. Durrell is alive. Durrell was taken. A family called Kraven, a blood I've never heard spoken of, holding him in a city across an ocean because of a mother he spent his whole life grieving without answers.“Thank God.” I sigh with relief.The relief I feel is sharp and overwhelming, my whole body sagging with it before the rest of the sentence catches up and steals it bac

  • After the Divorce, My Ex Husband Came Crawling Back   178

    VICTORI don't sleep the night before she comes. I lie in the dark going over every way to say it, and every version fails the same test.There's no sentence that tells a woman the man she loves is a hostage without also telling her the world just changed shape underneath her feet. I've delivered hard news before, board failures, deaths, betrayals dressed up as business decisions. This is different. This is a woman who trusted me with the one thing she couldn't protect herself, and I'm about to hand it back to her broken.Selene is already awake when I come out of the bedroom, sitting on the couch with her knees drawn up, watching me the way she's watched me every morning since Niveria, careful, alert, like she's still cataloguing whether I'm going to collapse again. I've stopped telling her to stop, because it doesn't work, and some small, unfamiliar part of me doesn't entirely want it to."You look like you didn't sleep," she says."I didn't." "You want me here for this?"I con

  • After the Divorce, My Ex Husband Came Crawling Back   177

    VICTORAlmost two weeks after Niveria, we finally land back in Lakebridge.I still feel it in my chest sometimes, a tightness that isn't quite pain anymore, just the memory of pain, lingering the way a bruise lingers after the color's already faded. The doctors say I'm cleared to travel, cleared to work in moderation, cleared to resume something close to a normal life. They don't know what normal looks like for a man who's just watched a death sentence he thought he understood reach thirty thousand feet to try to kill him.I know something now that I didn't know two weeks ago. Durrell isn't coming home soon. Maybe not for a long while yet, and I don't know how to tell Ariana that.I've rehearsed it on the flight, different versions, softer ones, harder ones, none of them land anywhere close to true without also landing somewhere close to unbearable. There's no way to tell a woman raising two toddlers alone that the man she loves is alive, as far as I know, but bound to a year he ca

  • After the Divorce, My Ex Husband Came Crawling Back   176

    ARIANAI sit in my car outside Max's house for a long time before I trust myself to drive.I didn't agree to anything. I never gave him the concession he's already celebrating somewhere behind that closed door. My silence was not a yes. But I let him believe it was, and I don't fully understand yet why I did that, except that walking away felt like the only thing I had the strength left to do.What frightens me isn't the filing. Alaric can handle the filing. It isn't even the ultimatum, ugly as it was, because I already know exactly what it was for. It was never about the twins. It was about making sure I stay reachable to him, and unreachable to anyone else.What frightens me is what happened before I told him to stop.I close my eyes, and I can still feel it, the second my body answered something my mind wanted no part of, the second his gentleness got past every wall I thought I'd built since the divorce. I told myself I was long past reacting to Maxwell Cox like that. I believe

  • After the Divorce, My Ex Husband Came Crawling Back   175

    MAXWELLHer voice is low, controlled in the specific way that means she's furious. "After I agreed to your overnights without a fight, Max? After everything?""I'm filing because I'm concerned.""Don't." She steps closer, close enough that I can see exactly how angry she is. "Don't do that. This isn't about the twins' safety, and we both know it.""You don't know what kind of man you've brought into your children's lives."That stops her, just for a second, a flicker of something crossing her face before the anger closes back over it. "You don't know anything about Mason."“I know enough.” She laughs, a small one. "All of a sudden you are saying you know my friends more than I do? Well, you know nothing." She's shaking her head now. "This is about you not being able to stand that I've moved on.""Maybe." I let that land, because there's no point denying it entirely, not to her. "But you know what I want, Ariana. You've always known. Give me that, and I'll let this go. The overnights

  • After the Divorce, My Ex Husband Came Crawling Back   174

    MAXWELLI'm still angry when I get home, angry in a way that doesn't have anywhere to go, which makes it worse.Friday morning, Florence and the driver picked up the twins for the usual weekend stay. I called Ariana that afternoon, telling myself it was about logistics, drop-off times, whether Ethan still needed the antihistamine before bed. It wasn't really about that. It's never really about that. I just wanted to hear her voice.It went to voicemail.I called on Saturday again, and it still went to voicemail. Sunday morning, the same. By Sunday afternoon, Mrs Florence tells me she won't be available for the twins until further notice, because of an unexpected family emergency, she agreed to stay till the next day when the twins return back to Ariana, but I still can't reach Ariana on anything.So I drive over. What I find there isn't what I expect.I don't need to relive it. I saw enough standing at the edge of that garden, Ariana wrapped against another man like it was the easi

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