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CHAPTER 50
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2026-05-21 17:58:14
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Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now CHAPTER 51
Sophie’s POVLoud. Sudden. The sharp, indifferent blare of city traffic communicating something to someone with zero awareness of or interest in what it had just interrupted.The world crashed back in.Sound. Movement. The pavement. The restaurant entrance. The couple who had nearly knocked me over already gone around the corner. Two women walking past talking, not looking at us.Ares's arm loosened.Slowly. The way he did everything — with that deliberate unhaste that I had learned was not carelessness but the opposite of carelessness. His hand slid from my waist and he took a small half step back and the warmth of him against my back disappeared and the cold morning air filled the space immediately and completely.I felt the absence of it like something had been taken.He looked at me for one more second. Just one. Then he said, quietly and simply, "Come on," and turned toward the entrance with his hand returning to the small of my back as we went up the two steps and through the d
Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now CHAPTER 50
Sophie’s POVThe restaurant appeared at the end of a quiet street that the rest of the city seemed to have agreed to leave alone. No crowds. No noise bleeding out from neighboring shops. Just a narrow road of old stone buildings and a single discreet entrance with dark wood and brass fittings and the kind of understated exterior that didn't need a sign to tell you it was expensive.It told you in other ways. The valet who appeared from nowhere the moment Ares pulled up. The way the man moved — quick and professional and entirely without the slightly harried energy of someone managing too many cars at once. The small precise way he accepted the keys without a word. Places like this ran on that kind of quiet efficiency. Everything smooth. Everything attended to before you had to ask.Ares came around to my side before I had properly gathered myself and opened the door. I got out and he closed it behind me.And then his hand settled at the small of my back.I felt it immediately. Warmth
Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now CHAPTER 49
Sophie’s POVLow and warm. Easy and unhurried, the way he had said it that night in the kitchen when I had sat down because his voice told me to and my body had simply obeyed before my brain could interfere.The same two words.The same voice.The same devastating effect.The heat moved through me in one long wave — starting in my chest and dropping lower and spreading outward until it reached my face and I felt my cheeks go warm in a way that I was absolutely certain was visible. My hands tightened slightly in my lap. My breath did something embarrassing. Every single nerve in my body responded to those two words the way it had responded in the kitchen and apparently the days between then and now had done absolutely nothing to build up any tolerance.I stared straight ahead through the windscreen at the cemetery road and the bare winter trees lining it and tried to remember how language worked."Don't—" I started.He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. Waiting."Don't call me
Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now CHAPTER 48
Sophie’s POVThe spark was immediate. Not a metaphor — a real, physical thing, a current that moved from his palm into mine and up the inside of my arm and spread outward from there. I felt it in my shoulder. I felt it in my chest. I felt it in places that had nothing whatsoever to do with my hand.I kept my face forward and kept walking and tried very hard to breathe normally.He must have felt something too. Because I caught it from the corner of my eye — the way his head turned toward me, just slightly, and the way his hand adjusted around mine. Not loosening. Not tightening. Just — adjusting, the way hands did when they were paying attention to what they were holding.I didn't look at him. I looked at the path.His hand was warm. Large. The kind of hand that held things steadily without gripping them hard, and that quality — that steadiness — moved up through my arm along with everything else and I focused very carefully on the placement of my feet on the uneven ground.He held m
Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now CHAPTER 47
Sophie’s POVHe must have heard my footsteps on the path because his head turned first — just slightly — before he turned fully. And when he did, and when his eyes found me across the short remaining distance, his expression was something I had never seen on his face before.Open. Completely unguarded. The face of a man who had been somewhere deeply private and had not had enough warning to put his walls back up before being found there.We looked at each other across his father's grave."Sophie." His voice was softer than I had ever heard it. Like the cemetery had taken something out of it that the rest of the world kept in."I didn't know you'd be here," I said. My voice had gone hushed without my deciding to make it that way."Neither did I," he said. "Until this morning."I looked at the headstone. Then back at him. His eyes were darker than usual in the grey light, and the thing sitting in them — the complicated, unresolved thing — was something I recognized completely. It was t
Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now CHAPTER 46
Sophie’s POVI picked up the three items from the desk and put them carefully into my bag. I stood, and we shook hands across the desk the way we had last time, and then I walked back down the corridor and through the waiting room with the television still going soundlessly on the wall, and out through the automatic doors into the grey morning air.I stood on the pavement outside the hospital for a moment.I breathed in. Breathed out.Then I went to buy the flowers.A bunch of white freesias from the florist on the corner two blocks away. My father's favorite, because my mother had loved them, and everything he had loved he had loved because of her first. I paid for them and held them carefully against my chest and got on the next bus.The private cemetery sat behind a low stone wall on the edge of the city, old and quiet, with tall trees standing along its perimeter like they had always been there and had decided they always would be. Edward Callahan had insisted on having my father
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