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Chapter 9

Author: Bathed in Gold
I bought Serena a cup of coffee.

She sat across from me, almost giddy with the gesture, and eagerly slid the sugar packets over to my side of the table.

I smiled.

"I like my coffee black."

Her hand froze halfway across the table, caught between reaching further and pulling back.

"But you used to..."

She started to say something, then stopped herself, looking uncomfortable.

I picked up my cup and took a sip.

Black coffee tasted bitter, but clean — no cream or sugar dragging behind it in a
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    Ryan grabbed Serena's arm."What do you mean, he's gone? Gone where?"Serena gripped her phone in a white-knuckled fist and turned, her eyes red-rimmed, glaring at Ryan."He doesn't want me anymore. He meant it — he really meant it. He said he wasn't marrying me, and now he's not."Her voice broke, and she pointed at Ryan like she was falling apart."This is your fault. If you hadn't inserted yourself into every single thing, how could someone as soft-hearted as him possibly be this ruthless?"The blood drained from Ryan's face. His throat worked, and he let out a hollow, useless laugh."Serena, what are you saying? You're blaming me?"Serena's voice rose."Shouldn't I blame you? Tristan is the one marrying me, but you're the one who picked the renovation, you're the one who chose the wedding decor, even the wedding suit was—"Her voice trailed off, quieter and quieter, even as her eyes went redder and redder.She couldn't finish the sentence. She was remembering, now, that

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    The day before I left the country, my boss gave me the day off, specifically so I could spend some time with my family.Before I'd even gotten through the door, waves of laughter were already spilling out of the old house.My mother's laugh rang out the loudest."Oh, Ryan, if you were my son, I'd wake myself up laughing in the middle of the night."My hand paused on the door handle.I pushed it open, and the whole room, faces lit up with smiles, turned toward me all at once. It made me feel like I didn't belong.Serena sat right in the middle of the couch, eating an orange. The moment she saw me, the smile fell off her face, and she let out a short, cold huff.My mother shot me a look, already gearing up for a fight."Tristan, what's going on with you? Serena said you two have been at odds lately?"I didn't answer. I just poured myself a glass of water.My mother rolled up her sleeves and started to get to her feet.Ryan glanced at me and jumped in to smooth things over. "Mr

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