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011. Walking on Eggshells
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2026-04-20 18:26:15
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Married For The Show 086. You're Not Alone
RAINAI was still on the couch when Syvelster came back.I'd pulled myself together as best I could. Skirt down, blouse buttoned, heels strapped.But my hands had been shaking too hard to fix my hair, and I could feel it hanging loose and wrong around my face. The shock of seeing Patrick had melted a while ago. Now, the tears just came, quiet, heavy, sliding down without my say-so, and I let them because I didn't have the strength left to stop them.Sylvester walked in slow. His shirt was buttoned in a crooked way. He'd chased Patrick down in a hurry and came back with a sore look on his face, the one I'd never seen on him before tonight. He always knew what to do in the tense situations. Always knew the next move. Right now he just looked like a man who'd been caught, same as me.He sat down beside me on the couch and didn't say anything at first. He just reached over and took my hand."He saw us," I said, my voice shaking. "Patrick saw us, Sylvester. He saw everything.""I know."
Married For The Show 085. Tonight, it was Me
PATRICKI was halfway home when I remembered my laptop.It sat on the corner of my desk where I'd left it, and every file for tomorrow's donor briefing sat on it. I needed all of it by seven in the morning and couldn't wait till tomorrow to get it."Fuck!' I hit the steering wheel, saying a word my mother wouldn't have liked and turned the car around at the next traffic light.It took ten minutes back to drive back to the tower. As I approached, I wondered if Sylvester was still up there, probably still chewing through that brief he never finished.Nah, no need to check on him. I'd just grab my bag and go. Or maybe... I could be a good friend and push him to go home and sleep. Lord knows he needed it. He'd been running himself into the ground for weeks, sharp one minute and somewhere else entirely the next, and I'd put it down to the campaign. The polls, the pressure. That was what I'd summed it up as.I keyed into the garage of the building, rode up the elevator, and stepped out o
Married For The Show 084. The Wait
SYLVESTERIt was 7:45 p.m. on a Monday evening.It was the start of a new week, yet my head was still in yesterday's fundraiser.I tried to work through the day, to do usual office work, but somehow, my eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall.It was a silent count down.Patrick had left an hour ago. He'd checked on me before leaving, and and I'd pretended to be rounding up my work to leave as well.I hadn't done a single thing today.The brief sat open in front of me. I hadn't read a line of it. My eyes kept going to the door instead, to the dark hallway past it. Listening, waiting.She'd said eight. It was ten to.I got up. Walked to the window. Came back. Straightened a stack of files that didn't need straightening and caught myself doing it, and that was the part that got me. Ten years as an attorney, of standing still in front of judges who wanted me to break and I never for once let them see me lose control.Now I couldn't sit through ten minutes of waiting for a woman.It h
Married For The Show 083. One More
RAINAWe rode home from the fundraiser in silence.Castor spent the whole drive on his phone, thumbing through messages, muttering once or twice about Sylvester having the nerve to show his face. I kept my eyes on the dark road sliding past the window and said nothing. My knuckles still carried the ghost of his lips. My waist still remembered his hand.When we got home, Castor went straight up to his wing without a word to me. I heard his study door close. I stood alone in the entrance hall for a moment, listening to the house settle, then kicked off my heels and carried them down toward the south wing.I couldn't sleep. My mind was too loud, too full of the dance and the office he wanted me to come to tomorrow. After an hour of lying in bed, I gave up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.The kitchen light was off.But someone was in there.I stopped in the doorway. Maria sat at the kitchen Island in the dark, her back curved, her head bent low over something in her hands. T
Married For The Show 082. The Dance
RAINAA week had passed since the night Castor almost caught me, and it hadn't cooled a single thing between me and Sylvester.If anything, the near miss had made us worse. Desperate. Hungry. We'd texted through the whole week, and twice he'd begged me to come over. I didn't go, it was too early to resume physical visits.A smarter woman would have taken the fright as a warning. To end things with Syvelster and keep my distance. But instead, it only made me crave him even more.I tried not to give Castor any reason to be suspicious of me. So when his fundraiser came around, I did my part as his wife and stood at his side in the deep gold gown he'd laid out for me, my hand in the crook of his arm while he worked the room. I greeted the donors he steered me toward. I answered the questions I was supposed to answer.Then I saw Sylvester across the room, and my whole body woke up.He was near the far wall in a dark suit, a glass in his hand, listening to some older donor talk at him. He l
Married For The Show 081. Not Luck.
RAINAI continued to see Sylvester in secret, covering my tracks perfectly.Or so I thought.Until a Friday when it almost all came crashing down.Castor was supposed to be gone until Sunday. A trip to Chicago, a closed-door thing with donors that Felix had arranged weeks ago.Maria had informed me that morning while she cleared the breakfast dishes, and by 7p.m. that night I was in Sylvester's bed with my dress on the floor and my head on his chest and no reason in the world to be watching the clock.That was the mistake. Letting myself relax. Believing, even for a few hours, that because Castor was two states away, I had nothing to fear.My phone rang on the nightstand.I almost didn't reach for it. Then I saw the name glowing on the screen and my blood turned to ice.Maria never called me. Not once in all these months since I'd known her. We spoke solely at home and on verbal terms. She had never texted me, much less dialed my number. Which meant the only reason it was ringing now
Married For The Show 030. The Mansion
RAINAThe next day the hotel checkout was simple.The week has finally come to an end, so did my Honeymoon.I left the suite at ten in the morning, the same way I'd done everything that week. Alone. The bellhop carried my suitcases down to the lobby. The front desk thanked me for staying with them.
Married For The Show 007. Caught
RAINAMy fingers wouldn't stop shaking.I stared at Castor's texts on my screen and felt the blood drain completely from my face. The words blurred in front of my eyes. My brain refused to process them fast enough.Tell me the truth. Where the fuck are you? Don't make me come after you!!!The offic
Married For The Show 006. Sylvester Brian
RAINAI barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined what would happen tomorrow. What Sylvester would say. What he would tell me to do.Could I even do it?That last thought scared me more than anything.By morning, I was exhausted and jittery with nerves.Castor left for his o
Married For The Show 005. Breaking Point
RAINAWhen morning finally came, the house was quiet.I woke up in severe pain.My face was swollen. When I touched my cheek, it felt hot and puffy. My lip was crusted with dried blood. My wrists ached from where the guards had grabbed me.But the worst pain was inside my chest. A hollow, burning f
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