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Chapter 9: The Space Between Us
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2026-04-28 20:53:18
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Marcus’s POVMaybe I shouldn't have said anything. Because the minute I did, I could see that zeal in her eyes.“Tell me, if I can get her to come, is the job guaranteed?” Her eyes gleamed, as if she had found something to settle on. She was going to latch onto the hope. And that was the thing, the truth burned at the back of my throat, fighting to claw out.“One step at a time Sophia,” I leaned against the counter. “If she comes, then we can deal with that,” “I have one question,” her fingers played with the fork on the counter. “You knew I needed a job, why didn't you tell me about him?”I stared at her, for a second there was that look, the uncertainty I had seen when we were in the same room with her ex. “You wouldn't like a handout.”“But isn't the dinner a handout?”I bit back the smile that threatened to break through my lips. Of course, she was going to say that. “No.”A lie. But she didn't have to know the details.She nodded, “I will talk to her,”“Sophia,” I breathed. “Y
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After the Divorce Chapter 9: The Space Between Us
Sophia’s POVI’d only opened the door because I remembered the shopping bags. I wasn’t prepared for Marcus standing out there, jaw set in a way that meant something was wrong. He stared at me like I was the last person he’d expected to be out here, then softly, my name rolled out of his throat. “Sophia.” And that was when I saw her. My mother stood some steps away, glancing our way with a similar expression on her face. She was trying so hard to pretend that nothing was wrong, but it was easy for me to see through her this time. I eyed the shopping bags in Marcus’ hands. “I came out to pick it up, you didn’t have to bring it in for me.” “It’s no big deal.” His eyes met mine. “Are you okay?” My mom’s gaze was burning into me for some reason I couldn’t understand. She had her arms folded in that way that meant she was this close to exploding. Whatever was going on between them right now, I wanted no part of it. So I reached for the bags, letting my fingers curl around it before I
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