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Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 97
Vivian's POVI woke to sunlight I didn't want.It came through the curtains in a long gold bar across the floor, and I lay on the bed… when had I moved to the bed? and stared at the ceiling. My eyes felt like two swollen bruises. My throat was raw. My head ached in a dull, underwater way, and when I swallowed it hurt, and I knew without looking in a mirror that I was a wreck.I hadn't slept. Not really. I'd drifted in and out all night, and every time I drifted close to actual sleep the folder came back… the manilla corners, the single sheet, the paragraph in the middle of the page… and I'd jerk awake with my heart hammering and start the whole cycle over again.The house was quiet. I could hear it faintly through the walls… the hum of the refrigerator, a car passing somewhere out on the street, the low far-off sound of a lawnmower. Normal sounds. Normal morning. The world going on like nothing had happened.I didn't get up.I stayed in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin and my
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 96
Vivian's POV"What do you mean by that?"My voice came out thin. I hated it. I hated that she heard it.Sandra didn't answer right away. She just sat there across from me with that smirk, one finger tapping the rim of her cup. The cafe was nearly empty… a couple by the window, a man on a laptop in the corner, a barista wiping down the counter with slow, bored circles. Nobody was paying attention to us."Don't play dumb, darling," she said. "It doesn't suit you.""I'm not playing anything. I asked you a question.""And I heard it." She took a sip of whatever from her cup and set it down with a soft clink. "The little secret between you and Derek. You know the one. The thing you and I both know, and that you would rather die than let the world find out. Talk more of Ethan."The name landed in my chest like a stone dropped into still water."I don't know what you're talking about."Sandra laughed. It was a real laugh, low and easy, and that made it worse."You do. You know exactly what I
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 95
Vivian's POVI woke to an empty bed. Ethan was gone. The sheets beside me were cool, the pillow still holding the faint dent of his head, and the room was full of pale grey morning light. The city beyond the window had lost its glitter and turned ordinary… buildings, traffic. I lay there for a long moment with my hand spread flat on the empty half of the mattress, and I tried to decide how I felt.I didn't decide. I got up instead.The bathroom was empty. The living space was empty. His laptop was gone from the desk, his coat was gone from the chair, and the coffee maker in the kitchenette sat cold and untouched. Whatever had happened last night, he had woken up and walked out of it without a word, and the silence of the suite pressed in on me like a hand.Fine. Fine.I went to my own room and pulled my suitcase onto the bed. I packed my things and zipped it shut and stood there for a moment with my hand on the handle, and then I went looking for him.I found him in the lobby.He wa
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 94
Vivian's POVI stood frozen.His mouth was still on mine, warm and certain, and every nerve in my body had lit up like a struck match. My hands hung useless at my sides. My mind was a white static hum. Somewhere in the back of my head a voice was telling me to pull away, to step back, to say something sharp and put the walls back up where they belonged.I didn't listen to it.My hands came up instead, one curling into the fabric of his shirt, the other finding the back of his neck, and I kissed him back. I kissed him like I had been holding my breath for months and had finally, finally let it out. He made a low sound against my mouth and his arm came around my waist and pulled me in until there was no space left between us.The music thumped faintly through the walls. I forgot all of it.When he finally broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine for a moment, his thumb still tracing a slow line along my jaw."Give me a few minutes," he said, his voi
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 93
Vivian's POVThe trip was three days.Three days in a hotel suite in a city I'd never been to, three days of meetings and dinners and small talk with men whose names I forgot the moment I shook their hands. I had packed a single suitcase… two dresses, a blazer, heels I could stand in for hours.The first two days went exactly as I expected.Meetings in glass-walled conference rooms overlooking the skyline. Coffee that went cold before anyone drank it. Numbers on screens, contracts slid across polished tables, hands shaken. I sat at Ethan's right side and watched him work, and I understood, finally, why men lowered their voices when they said his name.He didn't raise his. He never did. But when he spoke, the room stopped.The suite we were staying in had two bedrooms, separated by a shared living space with floor-to-ceiling windows and a marble kitchenette neither of us touched. We said goodnight at the doors of our respective rooms and closed them behind us, and I lay awake in my be
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 92
Vivian's POVThe days that followed blurred together like pages turned too fast.Mr. Halloway's office called twice, then three times, then every morning at nine sharp. There were affidavits to sign, bank records to dig up, statements to draft and redraft and sign again. I spent hours hunched over the dining table with a pen in my hand, my mother's name printed on every page, my father's name printed below it, and Sandra's name beneath that like a stain that wouldn't lift. Ethan's lawyers handled the heavy lifting, but they needed me for the details… dates, amounts, the exact month my mother had been diagnosed, and when my father stopped caring about us.I answered every question. I remembered every date. I had been keeping score for years, even when I hadn't known I was.And through all of it, Ethan was there.Just present, in that quiet, deliberate way of his… a cup of coffee appearing at my elbow when I'd been working too long, a folder slid across the table before I even asked for
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