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Divorcing Him Before Christmas Chapter ~ Twenty- Three
LIORAI knew it was not the rosiest season in Dorian's and my marriage life. I knew that after what would finally be our divorce, it was only fair that everyone moved on to what gave them joy. Yet, why did this news make my heart drop completely?At the counter, Marco’s spoon stopped halfway around the pot. Vivienne’s glass hung an inch above the table. I felt the bread in my hand go still, and for a second the only sound in that enormous bright kitchen was the faint tick of something cooling on the stove. I looked at Dorian.He had not moved either. But I knew his face, and I knew that this was not the stillness of surprise.His eyes went to Seraphine, then to me, then to his mother, and I watched the color leave his face by degrees.He did not say a word.‘Don’t tell my mother anything about the divorce.’ He had stood in the hall only that morning and said it to me. And here was somebody else telling her something else entirely, surprising to me even, and he was looking at us like
Divorcing Him Before Christmas Chapter ~ Twenty - Two
LIORA I looked at him for a moment before I answered. It was a quarter to midnight. I didn't need anyone to explain what his position meant. He had been about to go out and look for me. It was a fair question. I made myself see that. Whatever was left between us, we were still married, and a wife who came in at midnight without a word would have been asked the same thing in any house in the city. If it had been the other way round, if Dorian had walked in at this hour, I would have asked it too. I had asked it, in the early years, before I learned that it only made the evenings longer. “From Ansel’s family’s house,” I said. “The rain kept us there. I texted Greta.” “I know. She told me.” “Then you know I was safe.” His jaw moved. His hand closed around the keys until his knuckles turned pale, and I watched him draw a breath through his nose. He let the breath out, slowly, and his shoulders came down. I did not mention it. I did not know why he was doing it, and I was to
Divorcing Him Before Christmas Chapter ~ Twenty-One
LIORAAnsel Wadeleen I had known him for as long as I could remember knowing anyone.He was the second of three children, and the only one who had ever wandered off the family’s path. His mother and mine had been girls together on the same street, long before she married the heir in the Wadeleen house. The marriage changed her address, but not the friendship. Every Christmas Eve, Auntie Cordelia came to our house, and every Christmas Eve a serious boy with watchful eyes, who had tagged along with his mother, sat at our kitchen table and ate whatever my mother put in front of him. At the same time, the two women argued over little things.By the time I was twelve, I depended entirely on him. He walked me home from school along the wall with my bag over his shoulder. Once, a girl in my class told me my shoes were ugly, and he stood at the gate every afternoon for a week until she apologized. Somewhere in those years, with no moment I could point to, our relationship began to feel mo
Divorcing Him Before Christmas Chapter ~ Twenty
LIORA Ansel’s mom put down the spoon, and wiped her hands on the apron, then came across the stone floor with her arms already out. It had been a long while since I had last seen her. She had been softer around the edges then. Now, she was straighter, and more exact, and had a thin gold ring on her finger and nothing else, but when she took my face in her hands her palms were warm, and she looked at me for a long moment, directly, and did not look away.“My Princess, you are so grown.”“Auntie,” I replied. My voice did something odd.She pulled me into a warm hug that lasted for a while before she let me go.“Mrs. Lyle,” she said over her shoulder, to the cook, “you may go and put your feet up. I will call you if I need you.”“Madam,” said the cook unhappily, “if you would allow me to…”“No,” Auntie Cordelia frowned. “This one is mine.”“Yes, Madam.” The cook went out, throwing a dark look at the pot.Ansel had already pulled out a stool for me at the long table and was moving towa
Divorcing Him Before Christmas Chapter ~ Nineteen
LIORABy seven the next morning, I sat at the kitchen island with a cup of hot chocolate I had made myself, watching Greta crack eggs into a bowl.Coming down early felt like partly returning to my old habits since I came into this house, which had become almost non-existent in the past few days.The kitchen was one place in that house that felt really warm, literally, and it also smelled of bread which was a plus.I had been rehearsing what to say since I woke up.“Greta.” I finally spoke.“Ma’am?”“The tray yesterday. The tea and the toast. Was that you?”She did not turn right away. “Ma’am?”“I found the paper under the cup.” I kept my voice low and one eye on the doorway. “I know it must have fallen out of my dress, and I know you meant well by putting it there. Thank you. I really mean that. It’s only…” I turned the cup in its saucer. “I’d rather it stayed between us. I don’t want anyone fussing, and I especially don’t want Mr. Dorian to hear about it. There’s no need for him to
Divorcing Him Before Christmas Chapter ~ Eighteen
DORIAN“What did you say?”“Why did you turn it off? The share my location icon?”“Good. MY location, so it’s my right to share it with who I want to.”She said it so calmly that it took me a moment to understand she was answering me.I had pushed the door open without knocking. I had been walking up the stairs with the sentence ready, and I had said it before I had even looked at the room. Now I looked.Liora sat on the bed with her back against the headboard, one knee drawn up, a phone to her ear. She wore a plain cotton bra and underwear, and nothing else. Her hair was down over the left side of her face, the way she always wore it. A lamp was on beside her. The blanket lay folded at the foot of the bed, where she had clearly pushed it away.I looked at the wall behind her head.“Hold on,” she said, into the phone at my question. She took it from her ear and pressed something, and I saw the screen turn dark in her hand. “Sorry. I didn’t hear you the first time. Say it again?”She h
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