로그인Maplewood looked exactly the same.
But then, of course it did. It was Maplewood. The same Main Street, the same storefronts, the same faces waving from the same spots they'd been waving from since I was twelve years old. The world had not rearranged itself in our absence. The town had not noticed we were gone and quietly transformed while we were in Paris.
It just looked like home.
Except home felt different now.
Or maybe I was different. Like something I'd been ca
The meeting was Enzo's idea.He told me about it the morning after the library incident, over coffee at my kitchen counter."I'm going to see her father," he said.I looked up from my mug. "Mr. Collins.""Yes.""Does he know you're coming?""I called yesterday and he agreed to meet." He turned his own mug slowly. "He sounded unsurprised. Almost like he knew this was coming."I thought about that. "What are you going to say?""Everything." He said. "All of it. How it started, what I agreed to, why, what's been happening since. I'm not going to manage it or package it. Just the full tru
The thing about small towns was that strangers stood out.Maplewood was not unfriendly to new faces, it was too warm a place for that, but it noticed them. By the time Amanda had walked from wherever she'd parked to the front door of the library, at least four people had clocked her, noted her, and filed her away for later discussion. I found this out afterwards, of course. In the moment, I had no warning.One minute I was helping a patron locate a book on Victorian architecture that we definitely had but had been incorrectly shelved. The next minute the library door opened and it felt like the air changed.I turned around.She looked different outside of New York. In the restaurant she'd been in her element, polished and predatory on familiar ground. Here, in a small to
I didn’t tell Enzo I was going to come to the office when he left home this morning. I wanted it to be a surprise and I wasn’t kidding about being in this with him.His assistant didn't know what to do with me.She was young, efficient, with the composure of someone trained to manage unexpected arrivals without revealing that they were unexpected. She looked at me across the reception desk of Wayne Industries with a carefully neutral expression and said, "Do you have an appointment?""No," I said pleasantly. "I'm his wife."Something shifted in her face. Not surprise exactly, more like she was thinking of what specific protocol was required."Mrs. Wayne," she said, and her entire manner changed immediately. "He's in a meeting right now but I can…""How long?"She glanced at her screen. "It should be wrapped up in about ten minutes.""I'll wait," I said, and sat down on the sleek sofa in the reception area. I crossed my legs and looked around at the space Enzo had built.I'd been here
Three days passed.Enzo and I weren't in a bad place exactly. We weren't in a good place either. We existed somewhere in the careful middle ground of two people who had things left to say to each other and had agreed, to hold those things temporarily while a more immediate problem demanded attention.He texted. I responded. We spoke on the phone twice about Amanda's latest moves, his lawyers, and the investors. I was back in Maplewood. He was in New York.Maya texted on Tuesday night: how is he doingI typed and deleted three different responses before settling on: handling itWhich was true and also not the full truth.
Enzo came back later that night and of course, we made up as best as we could before I left for Maplewood because I had to go to work.On Wednesday, I woke up to my phone buzzing.Not a call. But a series of notifications arriving in quick succession, the kind of cluster that meant either something significant had happened or Judy had found a new brunch spot and was sending the location ten different ways along with countless memes.I reached for the phone with my eyes still half closed.Instagram. I got tagged in something. Multiple tags, actually, from accounts I didn't recognise, the kind with no profile pictures and three digit follower counts that existed solely to stir things and disappear.I sat up.The post was public. A photograph of Enzo at some event, beside him, close enough to get into his skin, smiling up at him, her ginger hair catching the light.Amanda.The caption read simply: some things are timeless with a small heart and a date tag from three years ago and absolut
I didn't leave.I seriously thought about it. Genuinely considered packing my bag, calling a car, checking into somewhere anonymous and clean where nobody knew my name or my history or the particular shape of my current humiliation. There was something appealing about that. The blank slate of a hotel room with no associations.But my stuff was here.That was what I told myself. Very practical, nothing to do with the fact that leaving felt too final and I wasn't ready for that. My clothes were in his wardrobe, my toiletries were in his bathroom, my book was on the nightstand open to page two hundred and twelve, and I was not about to leave a good book behind because of a ginger woman in a red dress.I washed my face.Changed out of the dinner dress that had started the evening making me feel like a princess and now just felt like an armour. Put on the oversized sleep shirt I'd left here last week and sat on the bed with my back against the headboard and my phone in my lap and stared at
It’s been a full week now since I finally accepted my fate regarding the car. The shiny, stupid car.I stood at the window staring at it, looking at the way sunlight made it look even more expensive.“You’re only here because my husband is insane.”Then I groaned at myself. Husband? Really?Great,
I stared at Nathan’s text again. Those four words made it impossible for me to sleep, so I called him. Ignoring it would only make things worse and I was tired of that.He picked up immediately. “Elena.”His voice was calmer than I expected.“Hey,” I said, trying to sound calm. “You wanted to talk
By the next morning, I had made exactly one decision,I was getting my old car back.It didn’t matter how shiny or expensive that blue Lexus was. I wasn’t going to let Enzo bulldoze his way into my life with gifts I never asked for. Especially gifts that would only complicate things with Nathan.I
The next morning, I woke up feeling…okay-ish. Not happy or even peaceful, just functional. And honestly, with all the chaos Enzo was causing in my life, that felt like a miracle.I brushed my teeth, packed my hair into a ponytail, stepped outside to grab the mail…And froze.Because sitting in my d







