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Chapter 71

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Randy's pov

I stood on the gravel and looked at her and said nothing.

The evening had continued its quiet progress while Clara was talking, the light dropping another degree, the shadows from the young trees stretching further across the driveway. Somewhere beyond the gate a car passed on the road outside, its sound arriving and fading without interruption, indifferent to everything happening on this side of the iron.

Clara was still looking at me with that open expression, the one that had arr
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  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 100

    Kyle's povThe smile on Clara's face was the smile I had been working toward all evening and I had gotten it through a completely different route than the one I had planned when I put on the charcoal suit this morning and told myself tonight was the night everything turned around.But the destination was the destination regardless of the route, and I had learned a long time ago not to be precious about methods when the outcome was what mattered.I stood on the pavement outside the Swan Hotel and looked at Clara with her tear-streaked face and her redirected anger and I thought about how straightforward she had always been to read, how the path to getting Clara moving in a particular direction had never required much more than finding the right current and pointing her at it. The current tonight was Randy. The current was always Randy. Even when I had been trying to redirect it toward myself, the current was Randy, and the most efficient thing I could do with that fact was use it rathe

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 99

    Clara's povI stood and watched them walk away and the watching of it was its own particular kind of pain, specific and located, sitting in the center of my chest with the precision of something that knew exactly where to press.Randy's hand in Angel's hand. The ease of it. The way he moved with her like the moving was natural rather than performed, like the contact between them had already found its own rhythm before tonight and tonight was just the first time I was seeing it. They crossed the floor toward the table where the signing documents were arranged and the room that had been watching everything all evening continued watching, and I stood where Randy had left me with the pieces of the marriage contract still in one hand and nothing in the other and nowhere to put any of it.I watched them sit.I watched Mr Jake bring the documents forward with the professional care of someone handling things that matter and I watched Randy pick up the pen with the same unhurried steadiness he

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 98

    Randy's povThe smile came from somewhere deep and settled and was nothing like the polite smiles I had been producing at various points throughout the evening for various reasons.This one was just real. Angel's fingers were still linked through mine and the warmth of that contact was doing something quiet and significant in the middle of everything the evening had contained, and I stood in the banquet hall with the chandelier light on everything and I let the smile be exactly what it was without managing it into something smaller.I love you. Three words in Angel's voice without hesitation or condition, delivered with the ease of someone who had known the thing long enough that saying it was a release rather than a risk. I turned them over in my mind and felt the specific texture of receiving them, the unfamiliarity of it, the way something you have not had before feels when you first have it, slightly too large for the space your body has prepared.I thought about the past few days

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 97

    Randy's povClara's plea sat in the air between us and I looked at her holding the pieces of the marriage contract in her hands and I felt the full weight of what she was asking for and I let myself feel it honestly rather than pushing it away, because she deserved honesty more than she deserved a quick dismissal.I thought about what one more chance meant. I had given one more chance the shape of a marriage and lived inside that shape for five years and I knew exactly what one more chance looked and felt and smelled like from the inside, the specific texture of it, the daily negotiation of being present in a space where you were simultaneously invisible.I looked at Clara and I began to speak."All through our marriage," I said, and my voice came out the way it had come out all evening, level and clear and carrying the specific quality of someone saying things they have thought about for long enough that the thinking is finished and only the saying remains, "you never got me a presen

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 96

    Clara's pov"What do you mean repay a debt?" I heard my own voice asking the question, and it came out with a confusion that was genuine, my brows pulling together on their own. "What debt?"Randy looked at me with the same expression he had been wearing all evening and I had the thought, not for the first time tonight, that I didn't fully know this face. I knew the face of the man I had been married to for five years but this face had something in it that the other one hadn't had, or had had and I hadn't seen, a settled quality that had no need of anything from me."When Kyle left you," Randy said, and he said it with the evenness of someone recounting events they have no emotional investment in anymore, "you were in a really bad situation. You wouldn't sleep. You wouldn't eat. You stopped functioning in the basic ways that people function." He held my gaze. "Then it got worse. You became suicidal."The word landed in my chest.I remembered that period. I remembered it the way you re

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 95

    Clara's povI stood in the middle of the banquet hall with the smile on my face and the warmth of it genuine, and waited for Randy to move toward me.The evening had stripped away so many things I thought I knew, laying them out in their actual shapes under the chandelier light for everyone in the room to see, and what the stripping had left behind was something I hadn't expected to feel in the middle of a public event surrounded by press and strangers, which was a clarity that was almost painful in how clean it was.Kyle had been pretending. That was the fact that kept arriving and arriving, each time with the same fresh quality of something I hadn't finished accepting. All those years, all those moments I had turned away from Randy and toward Kyle, all the times I had believed Kyle's version of events over my own husband's, all of it had been constructed from a lie that Kyle had maintained with the commitment of someone who had nothing else to offer and knew it.Randy had been innoc

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 22

    Randy's Pov The suit fit perfectly, just as I'd known it would. The fabric moved with me as I adjusted the collar in front of the bathroom mirror, expensive material. The dark gray brought out something in my features that I hadn't noticed before, or maybe it was just that I looked different now.

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  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 23

    Randy's Pov The silence that followed my words was thick and suffocating, pressing down on the small circle we'd formed in the middle of the Hall family's decorated sitting room. I could feel the weight of multiple stares, not just from Kyle and Selene and the blonde woman whose name I still didn'

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  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 25

    Randy's pov "But Randy..." Clara's began, clearly trying to defend herself, to probably give excuses. Her hand moved towards my arm again, fingers outstretched, but I'd already started moving away. "No, Randy, listen, I..." she tried again, her voice rising slightly above the background noise of

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  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 20

    Randy's Pov My feet had carried me halfway down the hallway, each step taking me further from the living room and the people in it, when Kyle's voice rang out again. The words were loud enough to carry clearly through the space, cutting through the air with the kind of enthusiasm that comes from s

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