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CHAPTER 19

مؤلف: Ene Samuel
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-01 22:55:40

Vivian's POV

Sandra 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
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    Author’s POV Daniel was sitting on the sofa when Vivian walked in.He had a coffee in his hand and his jacket over the arm of the chair and he looked up when he heard the door. He looked at her face the way he always did when she came in from something, reading it before she said anything.“How was it?” he said.She put her bag down and took her coat off and sat on the other end of the sofa. “Fine,” she said.He waited.“He was there,” she said. “Lyon. He arranged it. Called Bellmore personally two days ago.” She leaned her head back. “He got me alone for about two minutes near the end.”Daniel set his coffee on the table. “What did he say?” he said.She looked at the ceiling. “That he can’t stop thinking,” she said. “About how wrong he was.” A pause. “About a lot of things.”“What did you say?” he said.“That it wasn’t enough,” she said. “And I walked away.”He nodded once. “Good,” he said.She lifted her head and looked at him. “Are you okay?” she said.He met her eyes. “Yes,” he s

  • DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST.   CHAPTER 34

    Author’s POV Sandra’s voice was still in Vivian’s ear when she pushed through her apartment door and dropped her bag on the floor.Jessica.She stood in the kitchen for a moment without taking her coat off. Then she filled the kettle and put it on and stood there waiting for it to boil and thought about six years of living in the same house as a woman who had just tried to plant a story in the press about her past.Her phone buzzed on the counter. Daniel.She picked up. “Hey,” she said.“Hey.” A pause. “Sandra called me.”Vivian looked at the kettle. “She wasn’t supposed to do that,” she said.“She didn’t tell me anything,” he said. “Just said to check on you.” Another pause. “So I’m checking on you.”“I’m fine,” she said.“Vivian.”“I knew it was her Daniel,” she said. “I’ve known for weeks it was her. Sandra just confirmed it.” The kettle started to rumble. “It’s not a surprise.”“Knowing something and having it confirmed are two different things,” he said.She didn’t say anything

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    Author’s POV Vivian was still awake at midnight when Daniel called.She had been sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea gone cold beside her and Sandra’s voice still turning over in her head. Someone is coming for you. She had said okay and hung up and sat there with it for two hours without moving much.Her phone buzzed. Daniel.She picked up. “Hey,” she said.“Hey.” A pause. “You weren’t going to call were you.”“I was going to call tomorrow.”“Vivian.”She almost smiled. “I’m fine.”“I didn’t ask if you were fine,” he said. “What happened?”She pulled the cold tea toward her. “Sandra called. Someone is trying to plant a story about me. About my past.” She paused. “Nothing specific yet. Just enough to raise questions and make people look.”“Who?” he said.“She doesn’t have a name yet. Forty eight hours.”He was quiet for a moment. The particular kind of quiet she had learned meant he was going through something carefully. “Do you have a feeling?” he said.“Yes,” she said.“

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    Author’s POV Vivian picked up the photograph and looked at it.The woman in it was standing at the edge of a group shot at what looked like a formal dinner. Slightly apart from everyone else. Sharp features. Precise. The kind of face you became aware of without knowing exactly why.“Who is she?” Vivian said.Sandra leaned forward slightly. “Her name is Margaret Rhys. She worked as a consultant for Paul Stark’s company for three years.” She tapped the photograph once. “She left under circumstances that nobody in that office will discuss. And she is the person who called my office this morning.”Vivian set the photograph down. “What does she want?”“To talk to you.” Sandra folded her hands on the desk. “Directly. Not through me. She said she has something that belongs to you. Something she has been holding for a very long time.”Vivian looked at the photograph again. At the woman standing slightly apart from everyone else at a table full of people she recognised. A Stark family event.

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