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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Vanessa’s Cracks Begin to Show
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HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter One Hundred and Five: What Harold Does
(Damien's POV)Noah showed me the family tree at the next meeting.We were at the bookshop again, the green door and the lamp and the hot chocolate that had become as fixed a part of our routine as the questions and the notebook, and he had placed it on the table in front of me with the specific deliberateness of someone who had been waiting for this moment and had decided the bookshop was the correct venue for it.I read it carefully.All twelve pages. The pencil lines clean and precise. Both branches labelled. Both complete.I found my name on the second page.Biological Father. Damien Sinclair.And beside it, in brackets, in Noah's handwriting, which I had been reading across enough notebook pages now to recognise as immediately as my own: currently being determined.I sat with that for a long moment.Noah was watching my face.I knew he was watching my face and I understood why and I did not try to manage what my face was doing because he deserved to read it accurately and I was d
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter One Hundred and Four: The Family Tree
(Amelia's POV)A note from Noah's teacher arrived on a Friday.Not in an envelope. Just a folded piece of paper tucked into the front pocket of his school bag in the specific position that meant he had known it was there and had made a considered decision not to mention it on the walk home.I found it while I was unpacking the bag.Unfolded it.Mrs. Adeyemi wrote in the careful measured language of a teacher who had learned across many years of experience that the notes sent home to parents required a particular calibration, neither alarming nor dismissive, precise enough to be useful.She had given the class a family tree project.Standard assignment. Four generations, both sides, presented however the student chose. Most had done posters. Some had done digital presentations. One child had apparently attempted a song, which Mrs. Adeyemi described as ambitious.Noah had done his in the notebook.Twelve pages. Annotated. Cross-referenced. With footnotes.She had written: In twenty-two
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter One Hundred and Three: The Questions Noah Keeps Asking
(Damien's POV)Nathan caught up with me in the car park after the quarterly review.Not because he had anything urgent to say. Just because he had been watching me across that boardroom for two hours and had apparently arrived at a conclusion he wanted to test before the week moved on without him."Lunch," he said. It was not a question.We went to the place on Fifth we had been going to since the early Sinclair Group days. It had not been a working lunch for about six months, which neither of us had commented on and which both of us understood meant something about where things had gotten to.We ordered. Settled.And Nathan looked at me across the table with the expression he wore when he had been filing something quietly for a while and had decided today was the day to open the file."You are different on Saturdays," he said.I looked at him."Before and after," he said. "The Saturdays when you have the museum or the bookshop or wherever it is this month." He set his fork down. "You
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 Two: He Came Home With Her
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HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter One: The Birthday He Forgot
The candles are still burning.Two little flames sitting in the center of the dining table. I have been watching them for a while now. Not because they are beautiful, but because watching them gives me something to do other than check the door.The food went cold an hour ago. The wine I opened at s
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter Five: The Baby He Wanted Gone
Sophia arrived within the hour of me calling her, walked through the curtain still in her work clothes, sat down beside me and took my hand and did not say I told you so even though she had every right to.Damien did not come back.Not that afternoon. Not that evening. Sophia was the one who stayed
HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE Chapter Four: The Morning She Collapsed
I did not sleep that night.I lay in the guest room and listened to them downstairs, his voice and hers, easy and low, the sound of two people completely at home with each other, until the house finally went quiet somewhere past midnight. Then I stared at the ceiling until morning came and did it a
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