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A T-Rex in the Room
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His Ex Mistress, His Enemy Where Safety Ends
Only one lamp was still on in the living room, dim enough to stretch long shadows across the wall. The TV hummed at a low volume, playing some half-hearted movie I’d picked just so the place wouldn’t feel too quiet.On the couch, Ash was out cold on Erick’s lap, mouth slightly open, breathing in that heavy little rhythm kids get after a seven-year-old kind of day.His tiny feet dug into Erick’s thigh, like even in sleep he refused to let go. Erick stroked his back in slow circles, steady and gentle, lulling him deeper into dreams.I sipped my wine, watching the two of them. “You know,” I said, flashing him a sly smile, “if you weren’t gay, I probably would’ve dragged you to the altar five years ago.”“Oh my God, de Valdez.” Erick turned his head, a low laugh rumbling out. “You’re serious?”I shrugged, setting my glass down on the table. “Dead serious. You were already there. Ash has been glued to you since he learned to talk. You know how to make breakfast, you know how to calm his ta
His Ex Mistress, His Enemy A T-Rex in the Room
The Manhattan sky was starting to shift colors, casting a gold glow on the tall windows of the brownstones in my complex. My tires let out a soft squeal as I turned onto the private road, the kind only accessible through a security gate. Tree branches swayed lazily along the sidewalk, and for some reason, the air felt… too calm.The second the front door swung open, the sound of little feet came racing from the living room.“Mami!”Ash appeared, grinning like the world’s happiest kid, clutching a box of dinosaur Legos I knew all too well. The seal was still intact, the plastic wrap catching the foyer light.“Look!” he said, practically bouncing. “A T-Rex! And a raptor! And..look their cage! It’s the whole set, Mami!”I dropped my work bag on the console table, eyeing the box. “Wow. That was fast. So, Daddy finally lost the bet on the slide yesterday?”Ash shook his head, his hair flopping. “Not Daddy! It just came! A package! This afternoon!”Slow, deliberate footsteps came from the k
His Ex Mistress, His Enemy Thirty Minutes to Midtown
My desk looked like a crime scene made out of paper. Stacks of prep work for next week’s trial were piled into a mini skyline: thick binders, witness statements, trust fund revisions, printed negotiation emails, and sticky notes clinging to every surface like they were playing some kind of scavenger hunt with me.My laptop was open in front of me : one tab with trial notes, while I cradled my phone between my ear and shoulder, with my mother’s voice in the speaker.“…and Rafael says he’s coming to New York this weekend,” she was saying, her voice running like an open faucet. Somewhere off-camera, her hands were probably rearranging something in the Madelin kitchen I grew up in. “You know your brother, he’ll sniff out the first Latin food he sees. So, mija, you have to go with him. Don’t let him eat some sad, bland burger.”. “Mama, you know I’m drowning in this case. I can send him a Latin restaurant map of New York. That’s more efficient.”“Ay, Dianna!” She let out a dramatic sigh, l
His Ex Mistress, His Enemy Warm Eyes, Cold Intent
It felt like my feet were nailed to that glossy marble floor. Air went in, but my lungs seemed to refuse the job.And just like someone who’d already read the room before I could blink, Erick lowered Ash from his arms. He patted the boy’s shoulder with a light but firm touch.“Come on, partner. Let’s check out the play area at the other end. Maybe there’s a slide you can claim as your own.”“But Mami—” Ash protested, his tiny hand pointing toward the dinosaur Lego set still shining on the shelf behind me.“If you win on the slide, Daddy promises we’ll come back and look at the Lego again,” Erick cut in, his voice full of conspiracy.Ash narrowed his eyes, weighing the deal. “Two Lego.”Erick sighed but nodded. “Two.”Ash followed him instantly, still grumbling about “a kid’s right to own dinosaurs.” In a few steps, they were gone, but I knew… I knew Zane had seen everything.Those eyes.That quick glance at Ash, then at Erick, like he was piecing together a puzzle I’d never seen assem
His Ex Mistress, His Enemy Three Steps Ahead, Two Steps Back
That afternoon, sunlight slanted through the living room window, glinting off the wooden floor now covered in crayon scribbles, Ash’s “masterpiece,” which he claimed was a treasure map.He sat cross-legged on the rug, a picture book of numbers open in front of him. I was in a low chair, holding up number and letter cards like a preschool teacher competing in an international patience contest.“Okay, let’s try again. Three plus two?” I asked, lifting two number cards.Ash scrunched his eyebrows, lips moving as he counted in the air.“Five.” He looked at me quickly, almost daring me to disagree. “But if you take three plus two and then add one, that’s six. Same as Daddy’s age if he ever turns into a dinosaur.”I winced. “Daddy’s not going to turn into a dinosaur, sweetheart.”“He could,” Ash insisted, eyes sparkling. “If he eats only broccoli every day. I heard dinosaurs loved vegetables.”I laughed softly, shaking my head. This kid truly had his own brand of logic. I lifted a letter ca
His Ex Mistress, His Enemy Gavels and Grenades
The small courtroom was silent when I walked in. The harsh overhead fluorescents lit a long, scarred wooden table that looked like it had survived a hundred legal battles.I took my seat on the right and lined up the weapons I’d be using today: A final evidence binder with color-coded tabs for every category. A revised draft of the trust fund agreement that still needed the judge’s input. A witness list with margin notes for cross-examination. A summary of agreements from earlier negotiations.Amelia’s statement, stripped of every line that made her sound like she was auditioning for a soap opera.And, just in case, a rebuttal brief ready to fire if the other side tried to push for an early trial date.I was flipping through an exhibit when the door opened. The sharp click of high heels echoed across the marble floor, confident and precise.Vivienne Duclair swept in like a cold wind that knew exactly where it was going. Her black blazer was tailored within an inch of perfection, her b
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