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2026-04-08 22:30:15
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Chasing His Divorced Wife Chapter 102
**DAMIEN'S POVWe drove back to Seattle on the twenty-sixth.Same road, same direction, the city coming back into view as we cleared the last stretch of highway. The return drive was different from the arrival drive in the way that returns always were, fuller somehow, carrying what the days had been.Elara was quiet.Not unhappy, quiet. The specific quiet she had when she was integrating something, turning it over and placing it correctly.At some point she said, "My father marked twelve months of chess lessons.""Yes.""He's planning to teach you something specific every month.""That's what the slips of paper are.""He's never done that with anyone." She looked at the window. "He was a teacher for forty years. He had hundreds of students. He's never made a private curriculum for anyone.""I'm not a student.""No. You're his son-in-law." She paused. "That's the point."I held the road for a moment."When I was in the first marriage," I said slowly, "I had no understanding of what fam
Chasing His Divorced Wife Chapter 101
ELARA'S POVChristmas morning I woke to the smell of my mother's kitchen already working.Six-thirty. Earlier than she needed to start. She started early because she loved it, because the long morning of cooking was its own kind of Christmas for her, the hours of it as much the gift as the meal.Damien was asleep.I lay still and listened to the house. My mother moving in the kitchen, soft and unhurried. The particular creak of the third stair that had been there since I was seven. Outside the Tacoma morning, quiet in the specific way of Christmas, the world briefly paused.I looked at him.On his back, one arm across his stomach, breathing even. He'd been up later than me, he and my father finishing the chess game and then sitting in the living room for twenty minutes afterward that I hadn't been part of and hadn't needed to be.I'd heard them from the hallway. My father's voice and then Damien's and then a long pause and then both of them. Not what they were saying. Just the rhythm
Chasing His Divorced Wife Chapter 100
DAMIEN'S POVOn Christmas Eve we drove to Tacoma in the late afternoon and the highway gave way to the smaller roads and Elara had a playlist that was neither Christmas music nor Christmas music, somewhere in between, the kind of thing that worked for December driving without demanding anything from the listener.She had her feet on the dashboard.November had been too cold for it. December apparently wasn't.I didn't say anything. Just drove and let her have the dashboard and the playlist and the fading December light through the passenger window.At some point she turned her head and looked at me."What?" I said."Nothing. Thinking.""About what?""Last Christmas Eve." She turned back to the window. "We drove this same road. You'd just come back from New York and the Vermont conversation with Richard and Julian had just happened. Everything was very full.""And now?""Now it's settled. Not resolved completely. Nothing resolves completely. But settled." She paused. "It feels differen
Chasing His Divorced Wife Chapter 99
ELARA'S POVThe bowl came out of the kiln on a Tuesday three weeks before Christmas.Jun called me over when she opened it. Set it on the worktable without ceremony and stepped back.I looked at it.The shape was what I'd been working toward. Low and wide with an irregular rim that wasn't a mistake, was in fact the point, the place where the hand had been present in the making. The glaze had done something in the firing that I hadn't fully predicted, a depth in the blue-grey that shifted when the light changed.Like the Croatian ceramic. Like the painting Damien had found in the Vancouver archives.The right blue.Jun said nothing.I looked at her."Yes," she said. Just that.I brought it home wrapped in my jacket the same way I'd brought the Korčula watercolor home, the same way I'd carried things that mattered before I had the right container for them.Damien was home when I arrived.He was at the dining table with his laptop and looked up when I came in and saw immediately from the
Chasing His Divorced Wife Chapter 98
DAMIEN'S POVSaturday I put up the new shelf.Elara was at the pottery class she went to every Tuesday but had rescheduled this week for reasons she hadn't fully explained. She left at nine with her bag and a coffee and said she'd be back by noon.I had three hours.I'd bought the wood Friday on the way home. Same grain as the others, matching the existing shelves so the wall looked intentional rather than accumulated. I'd thought about it more than was probably necessary for a shelf.The level was in the kitchen drawer where it had been since October.I marked the wall, found the studs, drilled carefully. The first shelf had gone up straight on the first attempt. The second shelf also straight. I was developing a consistency.This one went up in forty minutes.I stepped back and looked at it.The wall now had three shelves, the lower two full, the new upper one empty and waiting. The light from the studio window hit it at the angle that meant anything placed there would be well lit w
Chasing His Divorced Wife Chapter 97
ELARA'S POVMaya arrived at seven with a bottle of wine and a box.The box was the surprise she'd refused to describe. She set it on the kitchen counter with the satisfaction of someone who'd been thinking about this for a while."Open it," she said.I opened it.Inside, wrapped in tissue, a small framed piece. I lifted it out.A photograph. Black and white, printed on good paper. The four of us at the Vancouver gallery opening in February. Maya and James on one side, Damien and me on the other, caught mid-conversation, none of us looking at the camera.Real and unperformed in the specific way photographs were when nobody knew they were being taken."Claire sent it to me in October," Maya said. "She'd had it since the opening. I had it printed properly."I held it and looked at it.The four of us mid-laugh about something. Damien's hand on my back. James looked at Maya the way he looked at her. All of it is real."Maya," I said."Don't.""I'm not going to cry.""Good. Because I didn't
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DAMIEN'S POVThe legal team worked all weekend. By Monday morning, they had an injunction blocking the interview from airing. Victoria's lawyer called, furious."This is censorship. My client has a right to speak.""Your client is making defamatory claims," our lawyer responded. "If the interview a
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DAMIEN'S POVVictoria showed up at my office unannounced.Security called up first. "Mr. Hartley, your mother is here. Should we send her up?""No. Tell her I'm unavailable.""She says it's urgent. About the legal case."I closed my eyes. "Fine. Send her up. But stay close."Three minutes later, Vi
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ELARA'S POVMaya chose the restaurant. A small Italian place where the tables were too close together and conversations were never private. Strategic, knowing her.Damien arrived exactly on time. He wore jeans and a button-down, less formal than I'd ever seen him during our marriage. He looked nerv
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ELARA'S POVI couldn't sleep. At two AM, I gave up and went down to the hotel lobby. The night clerk nodded at me as I settled into one of the chairs with my laptop, trying to answer emails about upcoming exhibitions."Couldn't sleep either?"I looked up. Damien stood there in sweatpants and a t-sh
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