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Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Question He Doesn't Ask

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He drove me home instead of calling a car, which had become something of a habit between us over the past month, the easy comfort of it settling into place without either of us really deciding it should.

We didn't talk much on the ride, the quiet between us comfortable rather than strained, streetlights sliding past the windows in steady rhythm. I kept thinking about Gordon's face at the party, that half-second of dawning recognition before Daxton had smoothly redirected the entire conversation
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    The photographer wanted one more shot, the one with Sloane laughing over her shoulder at the wall of white peonies behind her, and she gave it to him easily, the laugh arriving right on cue, practiced enough now that she barely had to think about producing it."Beautiful," the photographer said, checking the screen on his camera. "That's the one for the magazine cover, I think."Sloane smiled and thanked him, and the moment the shutter stopped clicking, the smile dropped away from her face like something she'd simply set down, unnecessary now that no lens was pointed at her.The florist's studio smelled overwhelming, sweet and heavy, dozens of arrangements crowding every surface as the final decisions got made for the ceremony, weeks away now, close enough that every meeting felt urgent in a way that exhausted her more than she let anyone see."The peonies or the garden roses for the centerpieces," the florist asked, holding up two samples for her to choose between, and Sloane looked

  • Divorced After One Night: The Plus-Size Ex-Wife’s Revenge   Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Question He Doesn't Ask

    He drove me home instead of calling a car, which had become something of a habit between us over the past month, the easy comfort of it settling into place without either of us really deciding it should.We didn't talk much on the ride, the quiet between us comfortable rather than strained, streetlights sliding past the windows in steady rhythm. I kept thinking about Gordon's face at the party, that half-second of dawning recognition before Daxton had smoothly redirected the entire conversation, and beneath the lingering fear sat something else now, something I hadn't fully let myself examine yet.He pulled up outside the laundromat, the building dark except for the dim glow of the machines still running inside, and put the car in park instead of just letting me out at the curb the way he sometimes did when he was in a hurry."You don't have to answer this," he said, turning slightly in his seat to face me, "but I keep thinking about something, and I want to just say it once, and then

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    The next event came almost a month later, a larger one this time, a business awards dinner Daxton had been invited to as a rising local entrepreneur, the kind of event with assigned seating and a step-and-repeat banner by the entrance that made my stomach tighten the second I saw it."You don't have to come," Daxton had said, when he first mentioned it, careful in the way he'd become about not pushing me into anything that might feel like exposure. "I know these things can be a lot.""I want to come," I said, and meant it, mostly. My business had grown steadily over the past month, four new clients from word of mouth alone, and some stubborn part of me wanted to stand in a room like that again, dressed properly, representing something that was actually mine, instead of hiding from every room that might contain a stranger who recognized my face.I told myself the risk was manageable. Robert had turned out to be nothing. Maybe every fear like that would turn out to be nothing, if I just

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    I stared at that message for a long time before I put the phone down, my hands not quite steady.*Robert.* I didn't recognize the name, not directly, but that didn't mean much. I'd shaken a dozen hands that night at the mixer, half of them belonging to men whose names I'd forgotten within minutes, faces blurring together in the string-light glow of that rooftop.I thought about the man who'd been staring at me across the party, the one Daxton had so smoothly steered me away from. I hadn't gotten his name that night. I hadn't wanted it.I read the message again. *I couldn't shake the feeling I know you from somewhere.* Careful wording.....not accusing.....not certain. The kind of message someone sends when they suspect something but don't yet have the confidence to say it outright.I sat at my desk in the empty co-working space, the last of the evening light gone now, just the low glow of the overhead lamps left on, and felt the fragile, careful peace I'd built over the past weeks star

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    The email came three days after the mixer, forwarded from Daxton with a short note above it. *This is Marta, she runs a bakery supply company, needs someone to review a distribution contract before she signs. I told her you're the best I know. Don't make me a liar.*I read it twice, sitting at my desk by the window, and felt something unfamiliar rise up in my chest, something that had been buried so long under fear and survival that I almost didn't recognize it right away.Pride. Simple, uncomplicated pride, at being recommended, by name, as the best someone knew.Marta called that same afternoon, brisk and warm in equal measure, explaining her situation quickly, a distribution deal that would triple her business if the terms were fair, and could ruin her if they weren't, and she didn't have the money for a proper law firm to look it over the way it deserved."Daxton says you're sharp," she said. "Sharper than anyone he's worked with. That true?""I'd like to think so," I said, and he

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    The mixer was held on the rooftop of the same building, string lights strung overhead against the darkening sky, the kind of low, easy music playing that let people talk over it without shouting.I arrived a few minutes late on purpose. I had learned that it was easier to walk into a room when everyone was already busy talking than to arrive early and have people notice me. I spotted Daxton near the drinks table, and I immediately felt a little more relaxed. Seeing a familiar face in a room full of strangers made me feel less alone."You made it," he said, and there was something genuinely pleased in his voice that made the nerves I'd carried up in the elevator ease back just a little.He introduced me around, casual and easy, "this is Anne, she does contract work, sharpest eye I've come across in years", and I let myself settle, gradually, into the rhythm of the evening, shaking hands, answering questions about my small, fledgling business with more confidence than I actually felt.I

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    The notification popped up before I could stop it. I’d been doing fine all these while four days of discipline, news alerts turned off, social media deleted. My phone was reduced to what it was supposed to be calls, messages, documentation, nothing more. I was building something carefully, and I c

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    Everywhere went silent across the dining table where nobody moved and nobody spoke, Sloane's smile completely frozen on her face. Jason looked at her for a long moment before finally setting down his glass and saying calmly, "If circumstances had been different, I would still have married the woma

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    I stared at my phone long after the call ended, sitting in a silent room where the city lights outside blurred together as exhaustion settled into my bones. For three days, I had cried, begged myself to wake up from this nightmare, and waited for Jason to call,but he never did, not once, leaving m

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    I didn't sleep that night, or the night after.Every time I closed my eyes, the photographs burned into my eyelids.The dark hotel room,the man with the blurred face,my body and features,the total ruin of the only night that had ever felt real to me.I sat on the edge of the sagging mattress in a c

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