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Twenty-four hours.
That was how long I lasted as Mrs. Crane, I stared at the papers on Jason’s desk. I kept waiting for the words to scramble into a joke, but they just sat there, heavy and permanent.
DIVORCE AGREEMENT.
My throat went completely dry just a few hours ago.
I'd woken up in his bed with the scent of his skin still on the sheets,I could remember touching the empty side of the mattress and smiling like an idiot, thinking our arranged marriage actually had a chance.
Now, the sun hadn't even set on our wedding day, and my life was over.
"Sign it," Jason said.
His voice was dead quiet, cutting right through me.
I looked up and he was sitting behind his desk in a dark suit that cost more than my rent, his face totally blank,he wasn't angry or looked hurt.
Nothing.
The coldness scared me more than yelling ever could, I forced a laugh, but it came out thin and broken.
"This isn't funny, Jason."
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
His dark eyes locked onto mine,that intense, magnetic pull we always had was still there, but it felt dangerous now.
This wasn't the man who had brushed the hair out of my face last night nor the man who held my hand so tight while our guests danced below us. He looked at me like I was something disgusting he'd stepped in by accident.
"Jason, please," I whispered, stepping closer to the desk.
"What's happening?"
He didn't say a word,he just tossed a folder forward, and a bunch of photos slid across the wood, stopping right at my fingers.
I looked down, and my heart stopped immediately, the room went blurry.
I couldn't breathe.
It was a dark hotel room,a bed,a man with his face blurred out and a woman. She was wearing my dress, had my face,my body and the positions were unmistakable.
"No," I choked out, grabbing one of the pictures my hands shook so bad the paper rattled.
"No, this isn't me. I've never been to this place."
Jason leaned back, his eyes narrowing into slits. "You're going to stand there and lie to me?"
"Look at me!" I begged, my voice cracking.
"We spent last night together. You know me and you know I didn't do this."
"What I know," he said, standing up slowly and towering over me, "is that you married me for my money and you couldn't even wait a day to sleep with someone else."
The cruelty of his words burned inside me. I hated crying, growing up as the bigger sister had taught me that tears were just weapons for people who wanted to break you. Sloane knew it,my parents knew it
and now my husband knows it too.
The office door clicked open.
"Oh my god, Serenity..."
A soft, breathless voice gasped. I turned around.
Sloane rushed into the room, her beautiful face tight with a perfect look of worry, the same flawless sister who had spent her entire life stealing everything from me without even trying.
"I was praying it wasn't true," Sloane whined, rushing right to Jason's side. "I tried to stop the packages from getting to him, but..."
My stomach dropped into a bottomless pit, I looked at her, then at Jason, and everything clicked.
"How do you even know about these photos, Sloane?" I asked.
Sloane shrank back, her long eyelashes fluttering as she touched Jason's arm.
"I... I just wanted to protect you, but Jason deserved the truth."
"Your sister came to me this morning," Jason said, his dark gaze cutting back to me,he didn't pull away from Sloane's touch. "She is not like you, she actually has a conscience,she thought I should know what kind of woman I'd married."
The air in the room turned to poison, Sloane kept her head down, looking completely devastated but as I stared at her, she shifted her eyes up.
Just for a second our eyes locked, and I saw it,no guilt.,no sadness, just a sharp, toxic flash of pure victory.
She did this. A bitter laugh escaped my throat,of course she did and of course nobody else would see it.
Sloane was the sweet and pretty one and the sister everyone chose first,I was just the shadow and the disappointment,even my own husband chose her lie over my truth without a single doubt.
"Last night," I whispered, looking directly at Jason and ignoring my sister. "Last night actually meant something to me, I thought we were building something real."
For a second, his jaw clenched while the air between us grew suffocatingly hot, thick with the memory of what we'd shared hours ago but just as quickly, the ice returned.
"Sign the papers, Serenity. I won't ask again."
The silence stretched, every second twisting like a knife.
Slowly, I reached down and pulled the wedding ring off my finger, it felt heavy and warm. A lifetime of hope was destroyed in less than a day. I dropped the ring right on top of the divorce papers.
Something flickered in Jason's eyes when the metal hit the page it looked like regret, but it wasn't enough to save us.
I grabbed the pen,vision blurred, but I refused to let a single tear fall in front of them, the ink dragged across the page, and I signed my name on the bottom line.
One signature,one ending.
I slid the papers back, grabbed my bag, and turned toward the door,my legs felt completely numb and my hand gripped the cold doorknob.
"Serenity."
His voice stopped me,my stupid heart jumped in my chest one last time
I turned around, holding my breath,
Jason stared at me, and his face felt like a cold mask.
"If I find out you've used the Crane name for a single dime after walking out that door..."
A hollow laugh burst out of me,the pain in my chest suddenly turned into pure, burning anger.
"You don't have to worry about your precious money, Jason," I spat, my voice shaking with rage. "Because after today, I'd rather be absolutely nothing than belong to a man who never trusted me."
Neither of them spoke.
The words hung like a death sentence in the heavy room, I threw the door open and walked out, slamming it behind me
I walked out of his life and out of my marriage, completely unaware of the secret already growing inside me.
Unaware that a child already connected us, and completely unaware that one day, Jason Crane would discover the truth of what happened today.
And by then, losing me would be the least painful thing he'd have to survive.
"What clause?" Jason asked.Marcus opened his folder and took out a page stapled to a cover sheet."The district attorney's auditors went through the Crane family agreements looking for anything connected to Cordelia's discretionary account. They flagged this as an unexplained liability. Nobody could determine what it was for."He placed it on the coffee table. Jason leaned forward, and Daxton and I did the same.Amendment Nine to the Crane Family Holdings Agreement. There was a date and a signature at the bottom. Jason went still before anyone even told him whose signature it was."Dated nine months after your accident," Marcus said. "Your father signed it. He died two years later.""I know when he died.""Read the second paragraph."Jason read it aloud slowly, as though he didn't trust his own eyes."'Should the person who rendered aid to my son on the night of the accident ever be identified, that person, and the descendants of that person, shall receive twenty percent of all Crane
My hand went to my collar before I could stop it, the moon was warm from my skin."Why?" I said."Please," Jason said. "Just tell me where you got it."He wasn't asking the way he had when he questioned me about Rowan. This time, his voice was quiet and hesitant, almost fearful, as though he was afraid of what my answer might be. Daxton had released both of us and was now silently watching our exchange."I found it," I said slowly. "A long time ago. Before I ever met you.""Where?""On a road outside the city. It was storming. A car was upside down in a ditch, and there was a man inside. I pulled him out."The room went completely quiet. Marcus had stopped writing."What did the car look like?" Jason's voice had dropped almost to nothing."Dark. Low. I couldn't tell the make. The rain was too heavy.""Can I see the clasp?"I lifted the chain over my head and put it in his hand. He didn't look at the moon, he turned the clasp over and ran his thumb along the last two links."This link
I opened the door. Marcus held out the envelope as if it might still be warm."The courier brought it to my office at eleven," he said. "I haven't touched the seal."Jason stood a step behind him in the hallway. He was wearing the same suit he'd had on Thursday. Either he'd slept in it or hadn't slept at all."Come in," I said.Dana had taken Rowan to the park at ten. Around eleven thirty, she'd sent me a photo of him sitting on a carousel horse, one fist raised in the air. Daxton had asked for adults only today.He was on the couch with his elbows on his knees. He'd been there since seven, a pot of coffee sat on the table, cold and untouched.Marcus placed the envelope on the coffee table. Jason walked to the window and stood with his hands in his pockets. He took them out, put them back, then pulled the armchair closer and sat down."Who opens it?" Marcus asked."Both of us," Daxton said.They each took one corner of the flap and tore it open together. Marcus turned toward the wall.
The driver cleared his throat. "Folks? Light's green.""Hotel," Daxton said.That was all he said until we got into the elevator.In the room he stood in the middle of the carpet, not sitting, not taking off his jacket."I'm going," he said."Okay.""Not alone. I want Marcus there. I want her lawyer there. I want you.""Why me?""any time I picture walking into that house, I see my mom pushing a mop across a floor at two in the morning, and I can't breathe." He rubbed his face. "Then I picture you next to me, and I can."I took his hand. It was shaking a little. "I'll be there."Marcus set it up for Friday at two. Dana came over to stay with Rowan, who was building a shark out of pillows and wanted to know if sharks had to go to meetings too.The gate guard waved our car through without calling ahead this time. I noticed that. So did Daxton.A man in a gray suit met us at the front door and introduced himself as Theodore Marsh, the family's lawyer. He shook Marcus's hand, then Daxton'
The clinic was ten minutes from the hotel. It was on the second floor of a building that also had a dentist's office and a pharmacy. Marcus had called ahead, so a nurse was waiting for us at the desk. She greeted us, took her clipboard, and led us into a small waiting room with six chairs and a fish tank.Jason took the chair by the window. Daxton took the one farthest from it. I sat between them because nobody told me not to. Marcus stood by the door with his folder, the way he did at every difficult moment, as if standing there was part of his job.Nobody spoke. The fish tank bubbled. Jason's knee bounced, stopped, then started again."The glove," he said finally.Daxton looked over. "What?""The one on your lap in the car. What kind was it?""Oh." Daxton almost smiled. "Rawlings. Frank bought it used at a yard sale. Two dollars. It was too big, but I wore it anyway."Jason nodded slowly. "Mine was new. He bought it the week after we got back from Ohio. I've thought about that a lot
Daxton barely slept on Tuesday or Wednesday night. I heard him get up at three both mornings and sit by the window with the lights off, I didn't ask. When he wanted to talk, he would.On Thursday at ten, he sat beside me on the hotel couch, his hands folded between his knees. Marcus sat in the chair across from us. Dana had taken Rowan to the aquarium, she'd promised him sharks.Jason knocked at 9:58.Marcus let him in. He wore a dark suit without a tie, his collar open, like a man who had put one on and then taken it off again. He carried a thin folder, he didn't sit until Marcus nodded toward the armchair."Thank you for letting me come," he said."Marcus said you wanted to show us something."He opened the folder and placed the papers on the coffee table. Acknowledgment of Paternity. His name was neatly typed on a line that had never been signed."My mother's lawyer drew this up. I took it off her desk on Saturday." He picked up the top page and tore it in half, then he tore it in
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