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148Alex.The moment I saw him, I knew something was wrong. The figure at the end of the driveway was almost invisible in the fading streetlight, but there was no mistaking it. The way he stood there, calm, casual, shoulders relaxed, and that faint, infuriating smile—it was calculated. Like he knew we’d see him, and he wanted us to react.“Stella,” I called out, voice trembling with adrenaline.She appeared behind me, eyes wide. “Alex… don’t—”But I was already moving. My legs ate the pavement faster than I thought possible. The night air hit me in the face, sharp and cold, but I didn’t care. I had to get to him before he disappeared. Before he vanished again like some ghost haunting our lives.The man was gone. Just… gone. No footsteps in the gravel, no flash of a car tire. Nothing. The street was empty, the only sound my own ragged breathing. My chest pounded, and I felt a mix of rage and helplessness that made my stomach twist.I clenched my fists. Whoever this was, they’d crossed
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147Stella.The air in the kitchen felt thick. The phone was face down on the counter, as if hiding it could erase the photo burned into both our minds. My pulse still hadn’t settled. I could feel Alex watching me from the doorway, tension radiating off him in waves. Even the soft morning light felt accusatory and harsh.I busied myself at the sink, scrubbing a mug that didn’t need it, wishing the world would give us one quiet day. One day without threats or secrets or shadows at the door. But that was a fantasy, and I knew it. Real life was coffee gone cold and the sharp edge of fear in your ex-husband’s voice.He cleared his throat. I could hear the gravel in it—he hadn’t slept any more than I had. “Stella.”I didn’t turn. “I’m listening.”He hesitated, and for a split second I let myself hope he’d let it go. That he’d see how tired I was, how scared, and offer comfort instead of questions.But Alex was never one to let go of anything, least of all control.“Who sent that picture?”
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146Dane.The email landed in my inbox at 2:12 a.m., long after the world should’ve gone quiet. I hadn’t planned on checking my phone again—not tonight, not with sleep already eluding me—but old habits, the kind you pick up in boardrooms and backroom deals, don’t die easily. When your enemies outnumber your friends, you learn to listen for the smallest tremors in the current. That’s how you keep your place in this world. That’s how you stay alive.The sender field was blank. The subject line: Enjoy the show.No introduction. No signature. Just an attachment—.jpg, compressed, grainy. A calculated move. Too deliberate to be a prank. I opened it anyway.And there it was: Alex and Stella, caught in a private moment. The balcony behind them glowed with city lights, but the rest was shadows and blurred edges. Even in low resolution, there was no mistaking the way she leaned in, the way his hand curled into her hair. A kiss, raw and hesitant and too intimate for public consumption.For a sec
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145Stella.The nightmare clung to me like a second skin, cold and impossible to shake. I woke gasping, fists tangled in the bedsheets, chest heaving with a kind of grief that felt older than I was. For a few seconds, I lay perfectly still, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the panic to fade, for the world to come back into focus.It didn’t. My heart hammered in my ears. I pressed my palm against it, willing it to slow down. I listened to the house—the hush, the sigh of the wind outside, the muffled creak as it settled. I could almost believe everything was normal. Almost.But the image wouldn’t let go. Eli’s hand slipping out of mine, Emma’s laughter dissolving into a scream, faceless figures looming out of the dark, snatching them away while I stood frozen, powerless. I’d never felt terror like it. Not even in the worst days of the custody fight, not even when I’d lost everything. This was something new, something primal.I couldn’t breathe in the room. I kicked off the covers
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Alex.There was something off about the way the bouquet sat on the kitchen counter, too pristine, too pointed. White lilies—funeral flowers, a cliché but still effective. Their perfume seemed to thicken the air, filling every corner of the house with a sweetness that turned sickly in my nose. Whoever sent them wanted to make an impression, and they’d succeeded.I found Stella in the hallway, arms folded, face blank but for that faint crease between her brows. She didn’t look at me when I picked up the card, just hovered at my shoulder as if she expected it to bite.The handwriting was sharp.Enjoy him while you can.There was no signature. There never was. But the meaning was clear enough.I kept my voice low, careful not to let the twins—chattering in the next room—pick up on the tension. “When did these arrive?”She glanced at the clock, then away. “Half an hour ago. Courier dropped them at the door. I didn’t recognize him.”I studied her profile. She was doing that thing she did wh
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Sophie.It’s the anticipation that I live for—the space between intention and action, where the world feels charged and crackling, and every small gesture could be mistaken for something innocent or catastrophic. I used to think of myself as a good liar, but lately, I’m starting to believe that the best lies are the ones nobody bothers to question. And here in this tastefully neutral café, where everyone is too absorbed in their own afternoon secrets to notice a thing, I can be anyone I want.Across from me, Dane Callahan is already here when I arrive—he’s always early, as if afraid the world might move on without him. There’s something in the way he sits, back straight, eyes shuttered, hands motionless beside a half-drunk espresso, that suggests he’s used to controlling the tempo of every room he walks into. I wonder, for the hundredth time, if he has any real friends.I slip into the seat across from him, smiling faintly. “You could try looking less like a man waiting for bad news.”
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