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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
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 91
Vivian's POVMy father settled into his armchair and looked at me with the flat, unreadable expression he had perfected over the years. The same expression he'd worn when he told me he was moving Sandra into our home. The same expression he'd worn in the hospital when I begged him to help pay for my mother's treatment, and he'd told me, without a flicker of shame, that Helen was no longer his concern."So," he said. "What brings you here?"I had spent the drive rehearsing what I would say. I had imagined walking in with my head high, delivering the news like a verdict, watching his face change. But standing here, in this room, with him looking at me like I was a stranger who had wandered in off the street, all my careful words crumbled."I came to see Sandra," I said.His eyebrows lifted, just slightly. "Sandra?""Yes. Where is she?"He leaned back in his chair and reached for the glass on the side table… whiskey, the ice long since melted. He took a slow sip, watching me over the rim
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 90
Vivian's POVI woke to sunlight.It spilled through the curtains in long golden bars, striping the duvet, warming my face. For a moment I just lay there, blinking at the ceiling, my body loose and rested in a way it hadn't been in months. I checked my phone on the nightstand. A message from Ethan, sent sometime after midnight.Won't be home tonight. Something came up. Be dressed and ready by ten… we're meeting the lawyers about your mother's assets.That was it. Just the facts, laid out like a memo. I stared at the screen for a long moment, the disappointment from last night still sitting heavy beneath my ribs, and then I set the phone face-down and got out of bed.I didn't have the energy to examine why his absence bothered me. I had more important things to think about.Today, I might finally get a step closer to getting justice for my mother.I showered and dressed with more care than usual, standing in front of the closet for longer than I should have. I chose a cream silk blouse
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 89
Vivian's POVI woke to an empty bed.The sheets beside me were cool, the pillow still dented with the shape of his head. I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, replaying the night in fragments… the warmth of his chest beneath my cheek, his hand in my hair, the steady rhythm of his breathing.I pushed the thoughts away before they could take root. It didn't mean anything.I showered quickly, scrubbing the sleep from my skin, and dressed in a navy blouse and a grey pencil skirt that fell just below my knees. I pulled my hair back into a low bun and slipped on a pair of nude heels.When I came downstairs, Ethan was already in the foyer, dressed in a black suit that fit him like it had been sewn onto his body. His hair was perfectly in place, his jaw clean-shaven, his posture immaculate."Good morning," he said, and there was something almost soft in his voice. "Did you sleep well?"I paused on the last step, caught off guard by the question."Yes," I said carefully. "I di
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