Marrying My Ex-husband's Greatest Enemy

Seraphina Hale placed the last plate on the dining table and stepped back with a satisfied smile.

Everything was ready.

Fresh coffee.

French toast.

Scrambled eggs.

A bowl of sliced fruit.

Beside Evan's plate sat a small navy-blue gift box tied with a silver ribbon.

She rested her fingers on it for a second.

Eight years.

Sometimes it felt like they had only just gotten married.

Other times...

It felt like she had spent eight years learning how to fit into Evan's world without taking up too much space.

She looked around the apartment.

Everything was exactly the way he liked it.

The flowers had been replaced.

His newspaper was folded neatly beside his chair.

His coffee was poured exactly the way he preferred.

She smiled to herself.

Maybe tonight would be different.

The sound of footsteps echoed downstairs.

Evan entered the dining room, already dressed for work. His jacket rested over one arm while his attention remained on the phone in his hand.

"Morning," Seraphina said.

"Morning."

"You actually made it before your coffee got cold."

"Hm."

He sat down.

His eyes never left the screen.

She poured coffee into his cup.

"I made your favorite."

"Thanks."

He reached for the cup without looking at either her or the table.

She sat opposite him.

"You'll be home early today?"

"I'll try."

"I was thinking we could have dinner after the gala."

"What gala?"

She laughed softly.

"The Harrington Charity Gala."

"Oh."

"I already had your tuxedo pressed."

"Good."

"And I picked out your tie."

"Fine."

She waited.

Nothing.

He still hadn't remembered.

His phone vibrated against the table.

The screen lit up.

Lydia.

Her eyes stopped on the name.

Before she could look away, Evan picked up the phone and turned it over.

"Sorry."

He slipped it into his pocket.

"Who's Lydia?"

He answered so quickly it almost sounded rehearsed.

"The new lady in Marketing."

"The consultant?"

He nodded.

"She's handling one of our new clients."

"I thought the campaign ended."

"It did."

"So why is she calling you this early?"

He shrugged.

"Different project."

"Oh."

She smiled.

She told herself not to think too much about it.

Evan worked with women.

He managed people.

He answered calls at odd hours.

Trust didn't mean asking questions every time something looked strange.

Trust meant believing the person you married.

Didn't it?

Evan checked the time.

"I have to go."

"So soon?"

"I've got a meeting."

She stood and picked up the small gift box.

"You forgot something."

He looked at the box.

"What is it?"

She blinked.

"You don't know?"

He frowned.

For a moment he simply stared at her.

Then she saw it.

Recognition.

Slow.

Embarrassing.

Painfully late.

"Oh."

He closed his eyes.

"Damn."

The word landed heavily between them.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

"No."

He stood.

"I've been buried in work."

"I know."

"I'll make it up to you."

"You don't have to."

"I will."

He stepped closer and kissed her forehead.

"We'll celebrate tonight."

She smiled.

"I'll be waiting."

He smiled back.

Then he left.

The apartment fell silent.

Seraphina stood beside the dining table, looking at the unopened gift in her hands.

She believed him.

She always believed him.

*******

The rest of the day disappeared into preparations.

She confirmed the seating arrangement for the gala.

Reviewed Evan's speech one last time.

Reminded his assistant about the auction catalogue.

Called the florist.

Spoke with the driver.

Checked the reservation.

Every detail was handled before anyone remembered to ask.

That was usually how things worked.

She made life easier for everyone around her.

No one seemed to notice how much work it took.

Late that afternoon she opened her wardrobe.

Two dresses waited inside.

An emerald-green gown.

A navy-blue gown.

Her fingers reached for the green one.

She bought it months ago.

She remembered standing in the fitting room, turning from side to side, smiling because for once she had liked what she saw.

She hadn't bought it for a special occasion.

She had bought it because it made her feel beautiful.

Tonight finally felt like the right time.

She slipped into it.

Looked at herself in the mirror.

And smiled.

The bedroom door opened.

Evan walked in while replying to another email on his phone.

He barely glanced at her.

"You ready?"

She turned toward him.

"What do you think?"

He looked up properly this time.

His eyes swept over the dress.

"No."

She frowned.

"No?"

"Wear the navy one."

"I actually like this one."

"I'm sure you do."

He looked back at his phone.

"These people expect something different."

"They're looking at you, not me."

"They're looking at both of us."

She hesitated.

"I really wanted to wear this."

His thumbs continued moving across his screen.

"The navy one."

That was all.

He wasn't even looking at her anymore.

Seraphina stood quietly for another few seconds.

Then she turned back toward the mirror.

A minute earlier...

She had felt beautiful.

Now she wondered if she had been mistaken.

She slowly unzipped the dress.

Five minutes later she walked out wearing the navy gown.

Evan glanced up.

"Much better."

He returned to his phone.

He never noticed she had stopped smiling.

Or perhaps...

He never looked long enough to notice.

*******

The Harrington Charity Gala was everything people expected it to be.

Elegant.

Expensive.

Perfect.

Luxury cars filled the entrance.

Photographers called out names.

Crystal chandeliers lit the ballroom like daylight.

Music floated through conversations.

The moment Evan entered, people surrounded him.

"Evan!"

"Congratulations!"

"We've been trying to reach you."

He smiled.

Laughed.

Shook hands.

Within moments he had disappeared into a crowd of investors.

Seraphina stood alone.

Not abandoned.

Just...

Forgotten.

She picked up a glass of champagne.

"Seraphina."

She turned.

"Diana."

A genuine smile appeared on her face.

The two women embraced.

"You look beautiful."

"So do you."

For the next several minutes they talked.

Books.

Travel.

Charity work.

Anything except business.

Anything except marriage.

Seraphina found herself laughing.

She hadn't realized how much she missed simple conversations.

Then Diana suddenly stopped speaking.

Her eyes drifted toward the other side of the ballroom.

"What?" Seraphina asked.

"Nothing."

"You've never been able to lie to me."

Diana forced a smile.

"It's really nothing."

"You look worried."

Diana hesitated.

Then quietly asked,

"Have you seen Evan?"

Seraphina turned.

"No."

"He was just over there."

She pointed toward a group standing near the tall windows.

Seraphina followed her gaze.

She found him almost immediately.

He was standing beside a woman in a black evening gown.

They were laughing.

Not politely.

Comfortably.

The kind of laughter shared by people who already knew each other well.

Seraphina felt something tighten inside her chest.

"Who is she?"

Diana didn't answer.

She didn't have to.

The woman turned slightly.

Something around her neck caught the light.

A thin gold chain.

Seraphina frowned.

It looked familiar.

The woman laughed again.

The diamond pendant came into view.

Seraphina's fingers tightened around her champagne glass.

No.

Her eyes remained fixed on the necklace.

The tiny scratch beside the clasp.

Her mother had accidentally made it years ago while trying to repair the chain after it snapped.

Seraphina had never repaired it completely.

She had kept the scratch because it reminded her of her mother.

There was no mistake.

That was her necklace.

Her mother's necklace.

The one Evan had once clasped around her neck before every important event because she always struggled with the tiny hook.

Lydia reached up absentmindedly, trying to fix the chain.

Evan smiled.

Without thinking...

He stepped closer.

His fingers gently moved her hair aside.

Then he fastened the clasp for her.

The same gentle movement.

The same familiar care.

The same hands.

Seraphina's world went completely silent.