LOGINChapter 144KIERAN"Even if she is," Penny said. "Even if she is the girl from the warehouse. Even if everything you feel is based in something real and not in projection—she is still his wife. And you are still his best friend. And whatever happened sixteen years ago in a place neither of you remember clearly does not automatically entitle you to the person she has become."The room was quiet."Damien helped you for fifteen years," she said. "Consistently. Without conditions. He is your best friend and somehow you got entangled with his wife and that is—" She stopped. "That's not a simple thing to come back from. Even if your reasons are real. Even if the connection is real. This is not fair, Kieran. Not to him."I looked at her."And what if it's not fair to her either?" I said. "What if she's in a marriage that—""That's not your determination to make," Penny said. "That's hers."The lavender and eucalyptus candles burned.
Chapter 143KIERANPenny's apartment smelled like the candles she burned when she was anxious.I knew this because I had been in her apartment enough times over the last several months to have catalogued it without intending to—the lavender one meant she was managing something quietly, the eucalyptus meant she was in physical discomfort, the combination of both meant the situation had multiple components. Tonight it was both.She was on the sofa with her feet up on the coffee table and a cup of something warm in both hands, and she looked at me when I came through the door with the expression she used when she'd already heard something and was waiting to hear my version of it."The fight made the hospital gossip circuit," she said."Of course it did," I said."You and Marcus," she said. "In the waiting room. While Damien was in surgery.""Yes," I said."Kieran.""I know," I said.I sat in the chair across from her—th
Chapter 142ADRIANMarcus had his hand over his face.Elijah was looking at his phone, which was the thing Elijah did when he was feeling something he didn't have a protocol for.My father had turned from the window.He watched his daughter held by his wife for a moment and then he crossed the room and put his hand on her back, and she turned from our mother and went into his arms, and he held her the way fathers held their children when the children had been somewhere difficult and had finally come home—not saying anything, just present, just there."Papa," she said."I know," he said."He gave me—" She stopped. "He said—""I know," my father said again."He's lying," she said. And then: "I know he's lying. I know why he's lying. And I'm still—I'm still—""I know," my father said.She pulled back. Looked at the room. At all of us."When did you—" she started.
Chapter 141ADRIAN"She's going to be more upset about the divorce papers," my mother said, from the armchair she had claimed with the authority of a woman who chose armchairs permanently. "Our arrival will be a secondary concern.""We don't know about the divorce papers," I said. "Officially. We haven't talked to her since this morning.""We know about the divorce papers," Elijah said. "I've been monitoring—""We know about the divorce papers," my mother agreed. "Let's not pretend we don't."My father had not said anything since we entered the house. He was standing near the window, looking at the garden, with the expression he used when he was thinking about something he wasn't going to say until he was ready. My father's silences were different from other people's silences. They had weight and direction."Papa," Sophia said."I'm thinking," he said."About what?""About what kind of man," he said slowly, "hands his wife divo
Chapter 140ADRIAI walked through the hospital lobby and made my way towards the elevator. I walked through the doors and into the cold outside air and I kept walking until I reached my car and I got in and I sat behind the wheel and I looked at the steering wheel and then I put my head down on it.And I cried. I did not cry for what happened in the corridor or for Marcus or for Amber's presence here, berating me like I was the one who had caused Damien's heart to stop.I had cried because of the argument.For the specific, particular memory of his face when he'd said I never loved you. The repetition of it. The precision and how it hurt each time he said it, as if repeating it was going to make it real. And my own voice saying you're lying, I know you're lying, and the moment everything had gone to shit.I had believed him. For sixty seconds, maybe ninety, I believed him.And then the floor. And his heart giving out at the worst time ever and then the monitor.And then the part of
Chapter 139ADRIAAmber arrived at two in the afternoon.I knew before she came through the doors that she was coming—Marcus had said something in the room about calling her, which I had filed and not yet addressed because I was operating in a dazed state, not yet ready to process anything else that was happening.She came inside the ward with the posture of someone who had been given a reason to arrive and had arrived purposefully. She was dressed as she always was, perfect as usual, someone who always used dressing as an armour to do certain things.She saw me.Something moved through her expression. Not softness. Not quite the hostile calculation from the house either. Whatever it was,she had noticed or known that being hostile and forward with it, will get her on Damien's bad side and now she was trying to act civilised, in order to keep a good appearance in front of him."What happened?" she said. To the room in general."He collapsed," Marcus said. "He's stable. They're monitori
Chapter 28ADRIAThere was something protective in his tone, even through text. Something that made me think of the boy from my memories—gentle hands, a kind voice, someone who helped without expecting anything in return.Kieran: And Adriana, if Damien ever... if he ever hurts you or treats you bad
Chapter 49SOPHIAAdria slipped out first, heading back to the ballroom. I waited a full minute before following, making sure we weren't seen emerging together.The ballroom was even more crowded now. I scanned the room, trying to orient myself and figure out where I should go. As Adriana Chen, I w
Chapter 50ADRIABecause the last thing I needed was for my sister's husband to get a good look at me and realize that something was off. That the woman he'd married looked right but felt wrong. That the eyes staring back at him weren't quite the right shade, that the voice was a fraction too confi
Chapter 47SOPHIAThe Met Gala was exactly as pretentious as I'd expected—all glittering chandeliers and designer gowns and people who thought their net worth was a personality trait. I stood near the entrance in my navy dress, the brown wig perfectly styled, green contacts transforming my blue eye







