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Claire
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FALLING FOR MY FIANĆE’S SON …Baby one more time
Noah DECEMBER It had been two weeks since she broke my heart. And somehow, it hurt more than I imagined it would.She hadn’t called. Hadn’t texted. Not once.I didn’t reach out either. She made herself clear, and for reasons I can’t fully explain… I didn’t want to be the one who begged.Deep down, I always knew this day would come. We weren’t built to last—not the way we came together. It felt too good to be real, too impossible to hold on to.She was too good for me. I just never thought we’d fall apart because of him.I thought she loved me. I thought we could’ve worked through it. We should’ve been able to.But I was right all along—She really did love him more than she loved me.I couldn’t work or focus. The apartment was a disaster, and for the first time in a long while, I didn’t even care enough to clean it.What made it worse was that she was everywhere. On the news. On social media.Smiling. Glowing. Standing beside him.She and Richard looked closer than ever, and every
FALLING FOR MY FIANĆE’S SON Gone for good
I stared at the door Noah had just walked out of, confused and trying to make sense of his words. He was clearly upset, but not in the usual jealous way, it felt deeper than that. Different. Was it because of my dad?I couldn’t go after him. Not now. It would raise too many questions. So instead, I returned to the balcony, my thoughts swirling like the breeze around me.He’d said the ball was in my court. But what ball? What power did I have that he seemed so sure of?Then it hit me, his words echoed in my head. “People are starting to notice.” Who? My father?I wanted to ask Dad what he said to Noah, but that would only make me look more suspicious. So, I played it cool. Smiled. Mingled. Pretended everything was fine while I silently unraveled inside.Maybe later I’d go see him, explain things, try to smooth this out.The rest of the evening dragged on. I felt uncomfortable in my own home. My dad’s glances lingered too long, and whether it was suspicion or just my guilt acting up, I
FALLING FOR MY FIANĆE’S SON Watched
NOVEMBER NoahIt’s a light shower—or maybe snow—falling this evening. I’ve sat in this chair nine times now, alone on Thanksgiving, since the day my mother died. Each year, I hesitate. But this time is different.Dianne invited me. And it’s hard to say no to her.I probably wouldn’t have gone if it weren’t for her. Truth is, she’s the only reason. It’s always been her.We had sex earlier today—just a quick one, rushed. As always, she was eager to head back home, talking about Richard and the preparations. So I didn’t get to hold her as long as I wanted.Now, I miss her already.I made up my mind. I was going.Dressed in a black tailored vest, sleeves rolled up to my elbows, I grabbed a bottle of wine and headed to the house.As I pulled up, the faint sound of laughter spilled from the dining room windows. The scent of roasted turkey—maybe something else Dianne had whipped up—drifted through the air. I stepped out of the car and adjusted my sleeves, taking a breath I didn’t realize I
FALLING FOR MY FIANĆE’S SON If I told him
Noah We’d just made love.Now we lay here, both of us still catching our breath.She felt so good today. I’d missed this — missed her.It had been nearly a week since we last touched, ever since Claire passed. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to give in again. But with her, it never takes much. She barely has to try. Her smile alone does it for me.The room is quiet now. I reach for my cigarette and light it, taking slow, steady drags. She’s tracing soft circles on my chest, her fingers moving without thought.It feels good. Calming.But underneath it, that same bitterness creeps in — the one that shows up every time I remember she’s going to leave.Leave my arms. Leave this bed. Go back to him.Why won’t she just leave him?I know they’re best friends now, but why does she have to stay married to him? Couldn’t they still be friends after a divorce?Or maybe she’s catching feelings. Maybe that’s why she won’t walk away.Is it the university thing? The contract? Hasn’t it been funded yet?I
FALLING FOR MY FIANĆE’S SON Only you
The black dress fit me better than I expected. It was the funeral today, and after a last-minute search, I managed to find something appropriate.It was the first black dress I’d ever owned, and I wasn’t sure what I’d do with it after today.I paired it with black Louboutin heels and a long coat that reached my knees — the rain made it necessary.My makeup was light, just enough to keep me looking put-together. Burgundy lipstick. Hair pulled back into a neat ponytail.When we arrived, I noticed there weren’t many people there. Just Richard, Noah, a few friends, and me.The priest started talking. Something about peace, and letting go, and life not ending but changing. I wasn’t really listening. I heard the words, but they didn’t land. They just filled the silence.He stood at the front with his Bible open, reading calmly, like he’d done this a hundred times. People around me were nodding along, wiping their eyes, holding hands. I kept mine at my sides.When he said Claire’s name, I f
FALLING FOR MY FIANĆE’S SON Claire
NOAH It was past 4 p.m., and I was on my way to see Claire. If someone had told me a few days ago that I’d willingly go see her, I would’ve laughed—or fought them for even suggesting it. But here I was, headed to the hospital. Dianne had insisted I go alone, and now I was starting to regret agreeing. I didn’t know what to expect. Would I feel sorry for her? What was I even supposed to say? The driver pulled up in front of the hospital not long after. I stepped out and walked straight into the reception area. I told the receptionist I was here to see Claire. Technically, I was supposed to wait until visiting hours, but I guess being somewhat known for my work had its perks—I was allowed in early. I approached her ward and pushed the door open gently, letting it close behind me. She was lying there, eyes shut. Ten years. It had been ten years since I last saw her, and now she was right in front of me—sick, fragile. I just stood there for a moment. “I don’t even know what
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