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CHAPTER 16
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2026-04-30 05:37:17
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DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 19
Vivian's POVSandra called on a Thursday morning.I was still in the small room getting ready when my phone rang. Daniel wasn’t due for another twenty minutes and I was standing at the mirror with one earring in when her name came up on the screen.I picked it up immediately.“Good morning,” she said. “Do you have a few minutes before your pickup?”“Yes,” I said. I sat on the edge of the bed.“I’ve been making some calls,” she said. “Quietly. Nothing that would draw attention.” She paused. “I want to ask you something and I need you to think carefully before you answer.”“Okay,” I said.“Rhea Collins,” she said. “Before she introduced herself to you on the first day. Before lunch. Before any of it. Did she make any contact with you at all? Even something small. A look. A gesture. Anything.”I thought about it. The first morning on set. Walking in with my script under my arm. Standing near the window going over my notes. The cast arrived one by one.“No,” I said. “She came to me betwe
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 18
Vivian’s POV Sandra picked up on the second ring.“Vivian,” she said. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing is wrong exactly,” I said. “Something happened today and Daniel thought you should know tonight rather than tomorrow morning.”“Tell me,” she said.So I did. I started from the beginning of lunch and went through the whole thing without rushing it. The conversation about the industry. The questions about Carver’s production. Then the Jessica question appearing out of nowhere in the middle of it. The way Rhea had recovered fast and moved on. The drinks invitation afterward.Sandra listened without saying a word. When I finished she was quiet for a moment.“Has she asked about anything else?” she said. “Before today. Anything personal.”“Small things,” I said. “Where I grew up. Whether I have family in the city. Whether I lived in New York before the hotel.” I paused. “Normal questions on the surface.”“How often?” she said.“Every lunch,” I said.Another silence. Shorter this time. “And the
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 17
Vivian’s POV We walked out of the warehouse together. His car was parked down the street, exactly where it had been every evening that week.Neither of us spoke on the way to it.Daniel had his jacket folded over his arm, keys loose in his hand. I had my bag on my shoulder. We moved side by side without looking at each other, the silence not uncomfortable, just… full. The evening air was cool, the street busy enough to blur into background noise, and his words from the night before sat somewhere in my head, turning slowly.Just be careful.Three words. No explanation. No context. Just something unfinished that refused to settle.He unlocked the car. We got in. The engine came alive, and he pulled into traffic without a word.I leaned my head back against the seat and watched the city through the windshield. It was that hour when everything softened—the light turning gold, edges blurring, buildings looking better than they had any right to. I’d always liked that time of day, even when
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 16
Vivian's POVI woke up at six.Not because of an alarm. Just one of those mornings when something important is waiting for you and your body decides sleep has done enough. I lay there for a moment, staring at the water stain on the ceiling, letting the quiet settle around me before reaching for my phone on the mattress beside me.Daniel’s message was still on the screen.Daniel: Anytime. Now sleep.I smiled at it without thinking, the kind of small, private smile you do not question. Then I turned the phone face down and got up.I made tea using the small kettle on the table by the window and stood there with the cup warming my hands, looking out at the brick wall across from me. It was still dark. The city had not quite woken up yet. There is a moment in the early morning when everything feels paused, like even New York needs a second before it becomes itself again.I had read Marcus Webb’s script so many times that Elena no longer felt like something outside of me. She felt close. F
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 15
Vivian's POVI got home at half past seven.My feet hurt, my head felt full, and I was hungry in that strange way that comes when adrenaline has been carrying you all day and suddenly decides it’s done. Everything in me felt like it was catching up at once.I dropped my bag by the door and sat on the edge of the bed, exhaling as I slipped off one shoe.My phone buzzed. A message from Daniel.Daniel: Are you home yet?I smiled before I could stop myself.Vivian: I just got in.One shoe off.Three dots appeared almost immediately.Daniel: Perfect timing. Still okay if I come pick you up?I glanced around the room. The brick wall outside the window. The wardrobe door that never quite closed. My other shoe is still on.Vivian: Give me twenty minutes.Daniel: Take thirty. Take your time and make sure you look exceptionally beautiful tonight.I shook my head slightly, a small smile lingering.Vivian: I’ll do my best.I set the phone down and got up.I changed out of my work clothes and slip
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 14
Vivian’s POVSandra Ryker's building was on fifty seventh street.I stood outside it for a second before I went in. Not because I was scared. Just because I needed a moment. The kind of moment where you look at a door and you tell yourself that whatever happens on the other side of it you are ready.I went in.Daniel was beside me in the lift. He didn’t say anything on the way up. Didn’t try to prepare me or tell me what to expect. Just stood there with his hands in his jacket pockets looking at the doors.I was glad for that.Sandra was already standing when we walked in.Tall. Natural hair. Sharp eyes that looked at you like they were reading something you hadn’t said yet. She shook my hand first. Then Daniel’s.“Daniel Cole ,” she said. “I know your work.”“Thank you,” he said.She looked at me. “And you’re Carver’s discovery.”“I am,” I said.She pointed at the chairs across from her desk. We sat. She sat. She folded her hands and looked at me.“Tell me about yourself,” she said.
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