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CHAPTER 7
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2026-04-25 11:06:08
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DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 10
Vivian's POVMr. Carver stopped in front of me.He looked at me for a moment without saying anything. Up close his eyes were sharper than they looked from across a room. The kind of eyes that had seen everything and were very hard to impress.“How long have you been working at this hotel?” he asked.“Six months,” I said.“Before that?”“Private household management,” I said.He nodded slowly. “No formal training. No agent. No portfolio.”“No,” I said.“Nothing.”“Nothing,” I said.He was quiet for a moment. Around us the crew had started moving again. People picking up clipboards, adjusting equipment, talking in low voices. But a few of them were still watching us from the corners of their eyes.“The scene we shot today,” Carver said. “It’s not the biggest scene in this film. But it’s the one that holds everything together. The one the whole story rests on.” He paused. “Do you understand what I’m telling you?”“Yes,” I said.“I don’t think you do,” he said. Not unkindly. Just directly
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 9
Vivian's POV(6 MONTHS AFTER :THE PRESENT DAY) The room was still looking at me.I had said it. Out loud. To a room full of professionals who had been doing this for years. I can do it. And now every single person in that suite was waiting to see what came next.The director Mr.Carver turned around slowly.He was tall with silver hair and a face that had stopped being surprised by things a long time ago. He looked at me the way you look at something that has walked through the wrong door.“You work here,” he said.“Yes,” I said.“In the hotel?”“Wardrobe liaison,” I said. “But yes.”Someone behind him laughed. Short and quiet but I heard it. A few others exchanged looks. The kind that said this ought to be interesting.Mr. Carver didn’t turn around. He kept his eyes on me. “Have you acted before?”“Not professionally,” I said.“At all?”I thought about the cracked mirror in my aunt’s hallway when I was young. Running lines from movies to nobody. The school productions. The drama tea
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 8
Vivian’s POVThree weeks at Aunty Martha’s house and I was already running out of ways to say thank you without feeling like I was begging.I woke up early every morning. Cleaned before she came downstairs. Cooked when I could. Stayed out of Stormy’s way. Kept myself small and quiet and useful because that was the only currency I had right now and I knew it.It still wasn’t enough.“You left that pot on the wrong burner again,” Aunty Martha said one morning without looking up from her newspaper. “How many times?”“I’ll fix it,” I said.“You’ll fix it.” She repeated my words back to me in that flat way she had that meant she didn’t believe me. “You’ve been fixing things your whole life, Vivian, and look where fixing things has gotten you.”I didn’t answer. I moved the pot and kept my back to her.“Forty applications,” she said. “Forty and not one callback worth talking about.”“Something will come,” I said.“Something will come.” She set her newspaper down. “You sound like you did at
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 7
Vivian's POV (6 MONTHS AGO ) I left before the sun came up. I didn’t plan it that way. But I lay in that bed staring at the ceiling at four in the morning with my bag already packed on the floor and I knew I couldn’t wait for daylight. I couldn’t sit through another morning in that kitchen. I couldn’t walk past Ashley’s room and hear her breathing behind the door and pretend I wasn’t leaving her behind. So I got up. I picked up my bag. I walked out. The house was dark and completely still. I moved through the hallways quietly, past the dining room, past the living room where I had signed my name on a piece of paper yesterday and handed six years of my life back to people who never wanted it. At the front door I stopped. My hand sat on the handle and I just stood there. Breathing. Don’t, I told myself. Just go. I opened the door and stepped out into the cold. ***** My aunt’s house looked smaller than I remembered. It always did when I came back to it after time aw
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 6
Lyon's POVI don’t know why I poured a second drink.The first one didn’t do anything. I knew the second one wouldn’t either. But I poured it anyway and stood by the window with it.My father’s voice came from the doorway behind me.“The papers are signed?”“Marcus took them twenty minutes ago,” I said without turning around.He walked into the room. I could hear him settle into the chair across from the desk the way he always did when he wanted to talk but was pretending it was casual. “Good,” he said. “It should have been done a long time ago.”“I know that.”“Jessica looked well tonight.” He paused. “Ashley took to her faster than I expected.”“Children adjust,” I said.“She’s going to be good for this family.” Another pause. Longer this time. “For you especially.”I finally turned around. He was watching me the way he always watched me when he was trying to measure something. I kept my face the way I needed it, steady, certain, done with the conversation.“I know she will,” I sai
DEAR EX, THE VERSION OF ME YOU LOST. CHAPTER 5
Vivian’s POV“You ruined this robe,” I said, holding it up so the damage was clear. The fabric was torn at the sleeve, and dark stains of dried blood spread across the front. “This belongs to the hotel. It’s not just damaged—it’s completely unusable.”The blonde woman in front of me barely reacted. Her badge read CASEY – WARDROBE. She looked tired, like this wasn’t the first complaint she had heard today.Casey let out a small sigh. “We’re filming. Things get rough sometimes,” she said casually. “Just file a report. The production team will cover the cost.”I was the one responsible for every robe, every towel, every item they borrowed from the hotel.I didn’t even want to be here but Maria, my supervisor, had insisted I take charge of the production’s laundry and wardrobe requests. I had tried to refuse but she didn’t listen. “Wait, isn’t that Vivian Stark?”The sound of that voice made my stomach tighten instantly. I turned slowly, Jessica had been sitting on one of the beds, but
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