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CHAPTER 33
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2026-05-09 03:47:57
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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
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 33
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.“
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 32
Author's POVJessica was in the living room when Lyon got home.She had a glass of wine in her hand and she was sitting with her legs crossed on the sofa looking at nothing in particular when he walked in. She looked up when she heard him and something in her expression settled in a way that told him she had been waiting for a while and had used the time to decide exactly how she wanted this conversation to go.He put his jacket over the back of the chair. “You wanted to talk,” he said.“Sit down Lyon,” she said.He sat across from her. He looked at her and waited.She swirled her wine once. “I saw you today,” she said. “At the luncheon.”“I know,” he said. “You were at the window table.”Something moved across her face. Small. She hadn’t expected him to have noticed. “Then you know what I saw,” she said.“What did you see Jessica?”She set her wine glass down on the table between them. She looked at him directly. “I saw you sit across from her for two hours,” she said. “And I saw you
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 32
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.
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 30
Author’s POV Sandra was on her second coffee when her assistant knocked and pushed the office door open that morning. “The Peterson office called again,” her assistant said, hovering with a tablet pressed to her chest. “That’s three times since five.” Sandra didn’t look up from her screen. “Tell them I’ll call Richard back after nine. Not before.” “And the interview requests? We’re at six now.” “Decline the podcast.” Sandra finally looked up. “Hold everything else until I’ve spoken to Vivian.” She reached for her phone. “Close the door on your way out.” She called Vivian at eight. It rang twice and Sandra could hear it immediately in the first word — that particular quality of someone who had been awake for a long time sitting with something large. “You’ve seen them,” Sandra said. “Caroline called before you did.” Vivian’s voice was steady but something underneath it was still turning over. “She said my phone was going to be very busy today.” “She’s right.” Sandra walked to
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 29
Vivian’s POV I woke up at seven and lay in bed for a while before I did anything. The apartment was quiet. The city outside was doing its early morning thing — that low hum before the day fully starts. I lay on my back and looked at the ceiling and thought about the night before the way you think about something when you are not quite ready to face it directly. Around the edges of it. Not at the centre. Lyon’s face when he saw me. That stillness. I had imagined that moment in different versions over the past months. What it would look like. What it would feel like. Whether I would feel triumphant or sad or somewhere complicated between the two. I felt none of those things. What I felt was quieter than all of them. Like a page had turned in something. Not ended. Just turned. The story was still going but something had shifted in it and there was no going back to the version that existed before last night. I got up. Made tea. Stood at the window and looked at the city. My phone
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