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The Incident After
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25.04.2026 02:25:14
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Lila's P.O.VThe drive back to Blackwood felt endless, the highway blurring into a monotonous gray ribbon under the overcast sky. Ethan's hand rested on my thigh, a gesture that once comforted me but now felt like a subtle anchor, holding me in place. I stared out the window, watching the trees whip by, their bare branches clawing at the air like accusations. The viral clips from the brawl played on loop in my mind—grainy phone footage capturing Ethan's fists connecting with Damien's face, the crowd's shocked murmurs turning into excited chatter. By the time we hit the city limits, the hashtags had exploded: #JealousHusband, #ArtWorldDrama, even #SeducedWife. God, that one stung the most. It reduced me to a trope, a passive player in their macho showdown.We pulled into the driveway of our home, the familiar Victorian with its wraparound porch and climbing ivy that I'd always loved. It should have been a sanctuary, but today it loomed like a cage. Ethan killed the engine and turned to
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Lila's P.O.VThe weeks after Felicia's retreat felt like a fragile peace, the kind that settles over a battlefield after the smoke clears but before the scavengers arrive. Ethan and I slipped back into our rhythms in Blackwood—him sketching blueprints for a new eco-lodge upstate, me buried in client meetings at the firm, where Diane kept shooting me those knowing glances over coffee. "You're glowing again," she'd say, but I knew she meant the opposite; the weight of it all still clung to me like damp soil after rain. The vineyard was secure, the council's grip firm, and Damien's silence stretched on, a taut wire I half-expected to snap.We'd decided to celebrate properly, though. A weekend getaway to the city—New York, not Paris this time. No shadows of the past lurking in cobblestone alleys. Just us, anonymous in the bustle, reclaiming our space. Ethan booked a suite at a boutique hotel in SoHo, the kind with exposed brick and views of the skyline that made you feel invincible. "No w
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Lila's P.O.VBack at the vineyard house that night, I confronted Ethan fully."Tell me everything about Felicia," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. We were in the old kitchen, the one with the scarred oak table where my father used to sketch irrigation plans. The air smelled of earth and faint lavender from the fields outside, but tension hung heavy, like a storm cloud over the vines.Ethan poured wine from one of our bottles—deep red, from last year's harvest—and slid a glass toward me. He looked tired, the lines around his eyes deeper in the dim light. "Okay," he said finally, sitting across from me. "No more holding back."He told me then: Felicia had called him weeks ago, right after we'd left for Paris. She'd spun a tale about "misplaced documents," letters from my dad that supposedly altered the will in her favor. Promises made on his deathbed, she claimed, when grief had blurred everything. Ethan had listened, polite at first, but when she hinted at dragging it to court—pu
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Lila's P.O.VWe flew back to Blackwood two weeks later, the Paris glow still clinging to us like the scent of those ranunculus I'd pressed between the pages of my sketchbook. Ethan had wrapped up the preliminary designs for Victor's alpine retreat, and the press had finally eased off a bit—though not before one last splashy spread in Vogue Hommes featuring him shirtless on a mock-up beam, captioned something ridiculous like "The Architect Who Builds Dreams... and Bodies." I'd teased him mercilessly about it on the plane, but secretly, I loved it. Loved watching the world catch up to what I'd known all along: that my husband was extraordinary.Blackwood welcomed us with its familiar quiet—the crunch of late-winter gravel under the tires, the greenhouse lights flickering on as we pulled into the drive. Diane had left a casserole in the fridge and a note: "Welcome home, superstars. Don't let the fame go to your heads. Or Ethan's, anyway." I laughed, folding it into my pocket. Home. It fe
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Lila's P.O.VThe sapphire on my finger had become second nature now, a subtle weight that reminded me of promises kept rather than dreams deferred. Eight months into marriage, and Blackwood Manor hummed with a rhythm I’d never dared imagine: Ethan’s footsteps on the creaky stairs in the morning, the scent of his coffee mingling with Lavigne’s fresh scones, evenings spent sketching greenhouse expansions or debating paint swatches for the guest cottages. Life was steady, full, almost suspiciously perfect.Then came the trip to Europe.Ethan’s career had taken an unexpected turn the previous year. What started as a passion project—designing sustainable training facilities for elite athletes—snowballed when a prominent French football club commissioned him for their new academy outside Paris. Word spread in those rarefied circles, and soon he was consulting for a rising star in European tennis: Victor Laurent, a young French prodigy ranked in the top ten, known for his explosive serve and
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