Mag-log inColetteI couldn't sleep even though it was midnight.I lay in the dark staring at the ceiling and listening to the quiet sounds of Oliver's house settling around me. Lea was asleep down the hall and I could hear her breathing softly through the baby monitor I still used even though she was old enough that I probably didn't need it anymore.But I couldn't sleep because my mind wouldn't stop.I was scared and I didn't fully understand why until I let myself sit with it long enough in the dark to figure it out.How was I living life like everything was fine? Like everything was good and normal and the way things were supposed to be? The man who had changed the entire trajectory of my life six years ago was back in my life. The same man whose family had locked me in a house for seven months and taken my son from me before I even got to hold him properly.And I was smiling at him and hugging him and letting him tuck my hair behind my ear and nearly kissing him in his kitchen over dirty
OliverI invited Colette and Lea over for dinner that evening.It had become a regular occurrence now, natural enough that the children took it for granted and saw it as completely normal. They didn't question why we all ate together or why Colette and Lea were at my house so often. They just accepted it as the way things were.Dinner was chaotic in the best way. Elijah and Lea talked over each other telling stories about their day at school. Lea was excited about the painting she'd made and wanted to show it to me tomorrow. Elijah had learned something new in science class and was explaining it with the seriousness of a college professor.Colette and I sat across from each other and passed dishes and made appropriate comments and caught each other's eyes occasionally with small smiles that the children didn't notice.After dinner the twins insisted on watching a movie in the living room. We set them up with blankets and pillows and put on something animated that they'd both seen a d
ColetteThe news died down quickly just like I'd predicted.People moved on to the next scandal or celebrity drama within forty eight hours and the photos of Oliver and me became old news. A few articles were still circulating but they weren't trending anymore and the comments had slowed to a trickle.The next day when I got to work I was visited by someone I didn't expect or rather had forgotten existed.Owen.Holt came to my office looking uncomfortable. "There's someone here to see you. He says his name is Owen Fletcher and that it's important."My stomach dropped. "Did he say what he wants?""No. Just that he needs to speak with you privately. Do you want me to send him away?"I thought about it. Part of me wanted to say yes and never see Owen again. But another part of me wanted to close this chapter of my life permanently and completely."No. Send him in."Owen walked into my office a minute later and I was struck by how diminished he looked. He wasn't aggressive this time and
ColetteI woke up to myself trending the next morning.My head was pounding with a migraine from the wine I'd had at the exhibition and from staying out late with Oliver. I reached for my phone on the nightstand and saw dozens of notifications flooding my screen.Messages from Maya. Texts from Priya and Holt. Missed calls from numbers I didn't recognize. And when I opened social media I understood why.A photographer from the event had taken a candid photo of Oliver and me standing in front of that installation about duality. The one we'd both been drawn to and had stood in front of for so long. In the photo we were close together, our shoulders almost touching, both of us looking at the art with expressions that were soft and unguarded.The headline was crazy. "Oliver Ashford and Mystery Woman Share Intimate Moment at Private Exhibition."My face wasn't fully visible in the first photo because I'd been turned slightly toward the artwork. But it was clear enough that anyone who knew
ColetteOliver invited me to a private exhibition three days after our breakfast at the burger place.He came to the hotel in the afternoon and found me in my office going over quarterly reports. He knocked on the open door and I looked up to see him standing there holding something behind his back."Do you have a minute?" he asked."Of course. Come in."He walked in and closed the door behind him which immediately made me nervous in the best way. Then he brought his hands out from behind his back and I saw he was holding an invitation card and flowers.Not just a few flowers. A massive bouquet of at least a hundred roses in deep red."What is this?" I asked standing up."An invitation. There's a private exhibition this weekend. Art and architecture. A contact mentioned it in passing and I thought you might enjoy it."He handed me the invitation card and I looked at it. The exhibition was at a prestigious gallery and the guest list was clearly exclusive."This looks like networking,"
OliverLeon knocked on my office door at the end of a long day and sat down across from me without waiting for an invitation."Talk," he said.I looked up from the contract I was reviewing. "About what?""Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I want to talk about.""There's nothing to talk about.""There's plenty to talk about and you're going to tell me all of it because I've been your friend for too long to let you avoid this conversation."I set down my pen and leaned back in my chair. "I'm confused about what you want me to say."Leon crossed his arms. "I've watched you run billion dollar negotiations without blinking. I've seen you handle hostile board members and aggressive competitors and corporate crises that would have destroyed lesser men. You never flinch and you never hesitate.""Your point?""My point is that the same man who can do all of that has now rescheduled two investor calls in one week because they overlapped with personal calls that ran long."I felt my jaw tig







