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Chapter One Hundred: The Wedding
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HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter One Hundred and Two: One Year Later
One year after the wedding I was in three meetings before nine a.m.Not because the company required it. Lumière did not need managing in the way it had once needed managing, the daily vigilance of a founder who understood that the whole thing existed because she had willed it into existence and would collapse the moment she looked away. It was past that now. Twelve countries. A team of four hundred and seventeen people who knew what they were doing and why and who had been hired specifically because they could be trusted to keep doing it without her in the room.The three meetings were because Olivia had scheduled them and Olivia's scheduling philosophy was that if something could be done it should be done and if it could be done before nine it should be done before nine.I had stopped arguing about this approximately two years ago.Sophia called at ten from Milan.Not about work. Or not entirely about work. She called the way she had been calling every Sunday and most Wednesdays sin
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter One Hundred and One: What Peace Looks Like
We spent three days by the water.Not far. Not an international flight or a resort that required a packing list. Just a house two hours north that Ethan had found and booked with the same quiet competence he brought to everything, three days by the water with Noah at my mother's and the world at a manageable distance and nothing required of either of us except the simple unhurried business of being married.It was exactly right.The house had a garden that ran to the edge of the water and a kitchen that got the morning light and a bedroom with windows on two sides and Ethan, who was the kind of person who read actual books on actual holidays rather than checking his phone, who made coffee at seven and brought it to wherever I was without being asked and who said almost nothing for three days that was not either true or necessary.I called Noah every evening.He was fine. He was more than fine. He was at my mother's eating things she should not have been feeding him and watching films
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter One Hundred: The Wedding
I woke up before the alarm.Not anxiously. Not the four a.m. ceiling of the years that had preceded this one. Just quietly, fully, at six-forty-seven with the late spring light already beginning at the edges of the curtains and the specific knowledge that today was the day settling into me the way it had been settling since I had closed my office door last night and driven home.I lay still for a moment.Felt the full size of the morning.Then I got up.Sophia arrived at eight with the makeup artist and an energy that was barely contained and a coffee she handed to me at the door before I could say good morning."You look," she said, looking at my face, "like someone who slept.""I did," I said."Good," she said. "Because today we need you rested."She came in.The apartment became what it became when Sophia was in charge of a morning with a purpose, organised and warm and occasionally loud, and I sat in the chair and let the people who loved me take care of the things that could be t
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Night Before
The invitations had gone out on a Thursday.Sophia had handled the florist, Olivia had handled everything else with the specific efficiency of a woman who treated a wedding as a project with deliverables and deadlines and would not be accepting any deviations from either. Ethan had handled the garden venue with the quiet competence he brought to everything, making two phone calls and producing a confirmed booking and a layout plan within forty-eight hours without once making it feel like effort.Noah had handled being smug.He was still doing it, right up until the invitations arrived in people's hands, at which point he transitioned seamlessly from smug to proprietorial, as though he had personally produced the occasion and the guests should feel grateful for the invitation.It had been, by any available measure, a beautiful three weeks.And now it was the evening before.Ethan had taken Noah to his mother's for the night, a tradition we had quietly agreed upon without discussing it
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter Ninety-Eight: Preparations
(Amelia's POV)Noah came home from the museum smelling of popcorn.He had apparently located a vending machine somewhere between the mosasaur skeleton and the exit and had made an executive decision about it. He walked in, deposited his coat and his notebook and his shoes in the specific order he always deposited them, and announced that the mosasaur was, and I quote, genuinely terrifying in the best possible way, and that Damien had agreed with his assessment without being asked to.Then he went and had a shower.Ethan looked at me across the kitchen."Good day?" he said."I think so," I said.He nodded. Made tea. Did not push for more and did not need to because the fact of Noah coming home smelling of popcorn and describing a mosasaur as genuinely terrifying in the best possible way was already more information than most people would have extracted from a Saturday afternoon and we both knew it.I sat at the table with my tea and thought about the anglerfish.Noah had told me about
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter Ninety-Seven: What Noah Tells Damien
(Damien's POV)The museum was Noah's suggestion.The message came through on a Friday, the day after the Sophia appointment that Nathan had mentioned in passing, the way Nathan mentioned things he considered significant but felt belonged to me to process rather than to him to explain. Noah wanted the science museum on Saturday. The one on Central Park West with the blue whale and the meteorites and the specific quality of a building that took large things seriously.His suggestion.His timing.I said yes before I had finished reading the full message.I met him at the entrance at eleven.He arrived with the museum map already in hand, which meant he had planned a route in advance, which meant this was not a casual visit but a structured one, which was entirely consistent with everything I had come to know about how Noah Carter approached things he considered worth his time."They have a new exhibition on deep sea ecosystems," he said by way of greeting. "I want to see that first. Then
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter Sixty-Eight: Beatrice Falls
I got home from Nathan just after nine and went straight to the drawer.Not to eat. Not to shower. Not to do any of the ordinary things a man did at the end of a day that had taken that much out of him. I sat at the kitchen table in my coat and I pulled the six pages out and I read them from the be
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter Sixty-Seven: What Nathan Said After
Nathan was standing in the corridor when I walked out.Not pacing. Not on his phone. Just standing there with his back against the wall and his arms folded and the expression of a man who had told you not to do something, watched you do it anyway, and had then come to the building regardless and wa
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter Fifty-Nine: The One Thing Amelia Didn't Plan For
The Lumière international expansion event was on a Friday evening.The venue was exactly what Olivia had promised it would be when she had presented three options six weeks ago and I had chosen this one in forty seconds because sometimes you just know. High ceilings. The right light. The specific q
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Merger Stalls
(Amelia’s POV)Three weeks after Beatrice left my office I was in Paris.Not for long. Four days. The flagship opening had settled into its rhythm by then, the initial wave of coverage absorbed into the steady ongoing business of a store that was now simply open and operating and drawing the kind o
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