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Chapter Twenty-Two: Three Days
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Faking his wife, carrying his child. Chapter Thirty-Two: Rowenna Declares War
The call came at nine the next morning. I was in my studio when I heard it — not the words, the walls were too solid for that, but the specific quality of Damien's voice carrying through them. The register he used when a conversation required him to be more controlled than the situation deserved. I had learned that register over weeks of living in the same house as him. Different from his board voice. Different from his Quill voice. Different from the voice he'd used in my studio two nights ago when he said it's yours. This one cost him something to maintain. I kept my eyes on my screen and told myself whatever was happening in that study wasn't mine to be part of yet. Fifteen minutes later his footsteps passed my door without stopping. The house went quiet. I didn't learn what was said until that evening. I went to the library at seven — actually returning the book this time, no excuse required — and Damien was already there. Not reading. Sitting in the chair by the window w
Faking his wife, carrying his child. Chapter Thirty-One: The Morning After Everything
The key was still in my hand when I heard Mrs. Aldren moving through the corridor downstairs.I closed my fingers around it and stood in the middle of my studio — my studio, with a lock that belonged only to me — and let the morning arrive.I had not slept.But I noticed, standing there in the early light with a brass key in my fist, that the specific quality of not sleeping was different from every previous sleepless night in this house. Before, not sleeping had meant calculating. Running contingencies. Managing the shape of what might happen next.This morning I had simply been awake.Not afraid. Not calculating.Just awake, in a house that knew the truth about me, held by walls that hadn't fallen.That was new. That was entirely, completely new.I pressed my free hand flat against my stomach — the way I always did, instinctively, without deciding to. But this morning the gesture felt different too. Not concealment. Not management.Just acknowledgment.Damien Cross knew about this b
Faking his wife, carrying his child. Chapter Thirty: Everything From The Beginning
"The night Lyra called me, I almost didn't answer."I started there because that was where it actually started — not the wedding, not the altar, but a midnight phone call from a sister who sounded more frightened than I had ever heard her in twenty-six years of knowing her.I told him everything.Standing at her door at one in the morning, seeing real fear on her face, the kind that made you agree to things you'd never agree to with a clear head. Signing her name at the altar with my hand shaking.The sixty-day residency clause — Isolde's explanation, the date on Lyra's signature, two days before her panicked call, which meant the panic had never been the trigger. The plan had already existed before she ever asked me for anything.Across the table, Damien's hands stayed folded. His eyes never left my face. When I mentioned the clause his jaw shifted slightly — the only movement in several minutes.I told him about the burner phone. Lyra's voice the first time, panicked and small. Pax'
Faking his wife, carrying his child. Chapter Twenty-Nine: What He Says First
He came in and sat down across from me at the worktable.Set the envelope down between us, my name facing up. The old ink caught the lamp light. He didn't open it. Didn't explain it yet.I looked at it. Then at him."That's my name," I said."I know." He held my gaze. "We'll get to that. I need you to hear something first."I nodded, but my eyes kept going back to the envelope, to the faded ink that had been waiting decades to spell out my name in a house I had only existed in for months."I know you were at the gala in March," he said.I didn't move."I remembered where I'd seen your eyes. It took me weeks to place it. The masked gala, the courtyard, the woman who left before I could ask her name." He looked at me steadily. "I've known for three weeks."The room reconfigured itself around me. Every breakfast for three weeks. The Arts section slid across without comment. The silence I had been reading as patience, or distance, or strategy.He had known the entire time.And underneath
Faking his wife, carrying his child. Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Wrong Sister
I moved.Not toward the study. Not toward Rowenna. Toward my studio, because my studio had a door that locked from the inside and a phone and Vesna's number, and right now those three things were the only ones that mattered.I locked the door. Sat on the floor with my back against the desk the way I always sat when I needed the ground under me to be real.Then I called Vesna.She answered on the second ring."It's happening tonight," I said quietly.A pause. "What do you mean—""Rowenna. She brought someone. An investigator. I heard her say show him the photograph of the real Lyra Chen first before the study door closed."Silence.Then: "I'm on my way.""There isn't time. By the time you get here it'll be done.""Nova—""Just stay on the phone with me." I pressed my back harder against the desk. "That's all I need right now."She stayed.I could hear them.Not words — Damien's study was two corridors and a staircase away and this house had been built to contain things. But the cadence
Faking his wife, carrying his child. Chapter Twenty-Seven: Eighteen Weeks
"I was coming to you."He stood at the far end of the corridor with bare feet on the cold floor and the open envelope in his hand and said it simply — no decoration, no apology, just the fact of it placed between us like something he had been carrying for hours and was finally putting down.I looked at him across the length of the corridor."I know," I said.Neither of us moved.Then he said: "Not tonight."He looked at the envelope once, briefly. Then back at me."Not tonight," he said again. "But soon."He turned and went back to his suite.I stood in the corridor alone.The envelope had shaken once in his hand before he turned. I had seen it. A single involuntary movement from a man whose hands I had never once seen do anything involuntary.I pressed my own hand flat against my stomach and stood very still and let that land.Then I went back to my room.Eighteen weeks tomorrow.I stood in front of the wardrobe mirror at seven in the morning and looked at myself properly for the fir
Faking his wife, carrying his child. Chapter Nine: The Man on the Road
"Are you ready?" Damien stood at the bottom of the stairs in a dark suit, keys already in hand, checking his watch with the energy of a man who had decided the answer was yes regardless of what I said. I'd been awake since four. Lying in the dark doing the same calculation over and over. Seventy
Faking his wife, carrying his child. Chapter Eight: What Rowenna Cross Considers Kindness
I was still thinking about Quill's warning when the doorbell rang.This house has a long memory.I'd been turning those words over since I came back inside from the garden, sitting at my desk pretending to work while my mind stayed out there on the cliff path. And now Mrs. Aldren's footsteps moved
Faking his wife, carrying his child. Chapter Seven: Quill Arrives Like a Grenade
The front doors opened like nobody had knocked. Mrs. Aldren appeared from the corridor at the exact same moment, moving faster than I'd seen her move before, which told me this was not the first time this had happened and probably wouldn't be the last. "Mr. Quill—" "Mrs. A." The man who walked i
Faking his wife, carrying his child. CHAPTER SIX: THREE MONTHS AND COUNTING
I put the photograph back exactly where I found it.Slid it between the same pages. Pushed the book back into its gap on the shelf. Stood back and made sure nothing looked disturbed.Then I sat in one of the chairs by the window and pressed both hands flat against my stomach and did the arithmetic
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