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What the Window Showed Back
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My Ex Called Me Fat, Now His Father-in-Law Wants Me What the Window Showed Back
Chapter 94: What the Window Showed Back POV: Odette The restaurant Julian chose sat on the top floor of a building downtown, all floor-to-ceiling glass and low gold lighting, the kind of place where the menu doesn't list prices because asking would be the actual insult. A photographer loitered near the entrance when we arrived, too casually positioned to be anything but planted there, and Julian's hand found mine the second we stepped out of the car, fingers lacing through mine tight enough that I felt my knuckles grind. "Smile," he murmured, close to my ear, before we'd even crossed the sidewalk. I smiled. It felt like something separate from my face, stretched on from the outside. The maitre d' greeted him by name, warm, familiar, the particular deference reserved for men who tip in numbers most people don't make in a month. He led us to a corner table by the window, the city spread out gold and glittering below, and Julian pulled my chair out himself, a courtesy performed en
My Ex Called Me Fat, Now His Father-in-Law Wants Me Mandatory
Chapter 93: Mandatory POV: Odette My phone had gone quiet in a way that scared me more than noise ever could. No texts from Nikolai. No missed calls I hadn't caught in time from Cai. I kept picking the phone up anyway, thumb hovering over his name in my contacts, and putting it back down before I did something that would cost him more than it cost me. I didn't even know anymore what counted as safe. I just knew my mother's voice saying I will handle it accordingly had followed me into every room since, low and constant, like a second heartbeat. I lay in bed that first night staring at the ceiling, replaying his hand on my jaw, the way he'd stepped back instead of arguing, and hated how badly I still wanted to hear his voice over how afraid I was of what it would cost him if I tried. Maya called twice. I watched both calls ring out, my thumb hovering uselessly over the green button, because I knew the second I heard her say ...hey, how are you.. my voice would crack straight down
My Ex Called Me Fat, Now His Father-in-Law Wants Me Not to Contact This House Again
Chapter 92: Not to Contact This House AgainPOV: OdetteI found my parents in the morning room, my mother sorting through fabric swatches on the small table by the window, my father reading something on his tablet, coffee going cold at his elbow. I hadn't slept. The bruise on my chin had come up exactly the way I'd known it would, faint purple blooming along the bone, and I'd covered most of it with concealer before coming down, though I made sure not to cover all of it."I need to talk to you," I said. "Both of you."My mother glanced up, distracted. "Can it wait? I'm choosing between ivory and champagne for the table linens.""No."Something in my voice made her set the swatches down. My father looked up too, slower, more wary, the particular wariness he'd worn around me since the folder of evidence I'd handed him days ago."Julian grabbed my chin last night," I said. "Hard enough to bruise. Right here, on the porch, after dinner, the second you both went upstairs."I watched my mo
My Ex Called Me Fat, Now His Father-in-Law Wants Me What He Promises Before the Wedding
Chapter 91: What He Promises Before the WeddingPOV: OdetteMy parents went up first, my mother already talking about seating charts before she'd fully left the dining room, and Julian offered to see me out for some air before he headed home himself, a gentleman's courtesy my father clearly approved of, given the pleased nod he gave on his way up the stairs.Nobody thought to ask whether I wanted the company.The hallway toward the side door ran dim, most of the lamps already switched off for the night, just the one above the coat closet still burning, and our footsteps echoed too loud against the marble, his a half-step behind mine the whole way, close enough that I felt it."That went well," Julian said, conversational, like the last hour hadn't happened at all."Did it.""Your parents seem pleased." He reached past me to open the side door, his arm brushing mine, and I stepped through fast, putting distance between us the second I could.The night air hit cold, the kind of cold tha
My Ex Called Me Fat, Now His Father-in-Law Wants Me Under the Table
Chapter 90: Under the TablePOV: OdetteMy mother laid the table herself, which told me how much weight she had put on tonight mattering. Crystal instead of the usual china, three forks at every place setting, candles down the center already lit by the time I came downstairs, their flames trembling slightly every time the front door opened somewhere down the hall.I hadn't seen Julian Thorne since I was Eighteen, at some pack function I barely remembered, a tall boy with a hard mouth standing near his father, uninterested in anything happening around him. Five years had turned the boy into something sharper. He walked in wearing a suit that fit too well to be anything but tailored that week, every hair in place, a smile already arranged for my mother before he'd fully crossed the threshold."Alpha Sinclair." He shook my father's hand first, firm, easy, the particular confidence of a man who'd never once doubted his welcome anywhere. "Luna Sinclair." A small bow over my mother's han
My Ex Called Me Fat, Now His Father-in-Law Wants Me Useful Men
Chapter 89: Useful MenPOV: JulianThe lounge my father kept on retainer sat on the top floor of a building he half-owned, the kind of place with no sign out front and a man at the elevator whose only job was deciding who didn't belong. I'd chosen it on purpose. Beckett Rhodes needed to understand, within thirty seconds of walking in, exactly how far outside his own weight class he'd wandered.He arrived four minutes late, which I noted, and dressed like a man who'd spent an hour deciding what casual-but-impressive looked like and gotten it slightly wrong anyway. Good watch, wrong jacket. I could smell the desperation on him before he'd even crossed the room, something sour underneath the cologne."Mr. Thorne." He stuck his hand out. I looked at it long enough to make the gesture uncomfortable before I took it, brief, dry."Sit."He sat. A waiter appeared without being summoned, poured two glasses of something dark and expensive, and left without a word. Beckett watched the whole tr
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