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CHAPTER 92: ACROSS FIFTH AVENUE
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2026-11-10 04:49:51
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My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband Now CHAPTER 94: FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS
My mother was still waving at me across the courtyard.She was smiling. Her eyes were wet. She had her good cream coat on, and her hair was done, and she looked proud. Proud of me. The same woman who had once slapped me in a marble hallway, waving at me in the candlelight like I was the best thing she had ever made.I could not wave back.I just stood there, with Lund's words going round and round in my head. *The name on the receipt was Monroe. Mrs. Monroe. Five thousand dollars.*"Lila?" Damien's voice was close. His hand was on my back. "What is it? What did he say?"I could not answer. I only looked at my mother.Her smile started to go away. Slowly. She lowered her hand. She looked at my face across the crowd, and I saw her understand that something was wrong. I saw her look at Lund, standing next to me. And I saw her go white.She knew. She knew exactly what he had told me."Excuse me," I said to nobody. And I walked across the courtyard.People were still clapping. Still throwi
My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband Now CHAPTER 93: THE REAL ONE
I could not move.I stood at the big glass doors of the hotel and watched them come. Three hundred people in black clothes, crossing Fifth Avenue in the cold night. Taxis were stopping. Cars were honking. Nobody cared. They just kept walking, in a long dark river, straight toward our little courtyard full of candles.And at the front, with his leather case under his arm and his pale face lit up by the street lights, walked Lund.He reached the bottom of our stone steps. He stopped. He looked up at me."Mrs. Ashford," he said. He was out of breath. "May I come in?"I could not answer. I just nodded.He came up the steps. Behind him, the crowd was flowing into the courtyard, filling every space between the stone pots and the trees. People were standing on the edges of the flower beds. People were standing on the sidewalk. Photographers were climbing up on the low stone wall to see over everyone's heads."What did you do?" I whispered.Lund looked back at the crowd. Then at me. His hands
My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband Now CHAPTER 92: ACROSS FIFTH AVENUE
Nobody in the suite said anything for a long time.Rosa sat down slowly on the edge of the sofa in her old yellow wedding dress. Pia put her face in her hands. Marcus put his sandwich down on the table and did not pick it up again. Nora started to cry, very quietly, into a cushion.I walked to the window. Down below, Fifth Avenue was full of lights and cars and people. And right across the street, the big black banner hung down the front of the glass hall, three stories tall.*DELANE. THE FIRST WINDOW.*Margot was in a police car somewhere. But her banner was still hanging there. And her show was still going to happen tomorrow night. Her people would still walk out on that runway with their copies of Catherine's dresses. And we would be sitting in a hotel room, watching from a window, with nowhere to go.Damien came and stood next to me. He did not say anything. He only put his hand on my back."Twenty two hours," I said."Twenty one now.""Can we find another room?""I have been thin
My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband Now CHAPTER 91: MAGGIE
Nobody moved.Rosa was standing on the little stool in the old yellow wedding dress, frozen like a statue. Pia was on her knees with a mouthful of pins. Marcus had a sandwich halfway to his mouth. Even Mrs. Bell, who was never quiet, had stopped in the middle of folding a napkin.Catherine was still kneeling on the carpet by the hem of the dress. Her face was white. The pins she had dropped were lying all around her knees."Maggie Hale," she said again, very softly. "Little Maggie."Damien stood up from his chair by the window. He walked across the room and stood next to the door. Next to Grant."Mom," he said quietly. "You know her?"Catherine did not answer right away. She got up slowly, holding on to the arm of the sofa. Her knees were shaking."Mrs. Hale had a granddaughter," she said. "A little girl. Maybe ten. Eleven. Her mother worked all day, so she came to the shop after school and sat in the corner. She was always drawing. Always." Catherine's voice was strange and far away.
My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband Now CHAPTER 90: THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET
Nobody in the studio said a word.A minute ago, everyone had been laughing. Pia had been jumping up and down. Rosa had been slapping the table. Now the room was so quiet that I could hear the old pipe in the wall ticking."They gave our hour to Delane," Pia said slowly. "Our hour. The one we paid for two months ago.""They said they would give the money back," said Daisy in a small voice."I do not want the money back!" Pia threw her pencil across the room. It bounced off the wall. "I want our show!"Marcus sat down hard on a stool and put his head in his hands. Nora started to cry quietly. Rosa stood by the table with her big rough hands pressed flat on the wood, staring at nothing.Catherine sat very still in her chair. She did not say anything. But I saw her hand go up to her throat and hold her purple scarf, the way you hold something when you are trying not to fall.I looked at Damien.He was standing by the window with his arms crossed. His face was calm. But his eyes were dark
My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband Now CHAPTER 89: ROSA
Nobody in the kitchen said a word.I held my phone out so everyone could see. Damien leaned over my shoulder. Mrs. Bell came from the stove with the porridge spoon still in her hand. And Catherine, sitting very small at the end of the table, put on her reading glasses with shaking fingers and looked.She looked for a long time.At the wedding dress she had drawn when she was nineteen. At the soft skirt and the high neck. At the empty corner where her initials used to be.*Designed by a forgotten woman.*Catherine took off her glasses. She folded them very carefully and put them on the table. Then she put both hands flat on the wood, as if the table might float away."They rubbed my name out," she said quietly."Mom," said Damien."Forty one years ago, I sat in a little shop on River Street and drew that dress. I was so proud of it. I put my letters in the corner very small, because Mrs. Hale said a good designer does not shout." Her voice cracked. "And they rubbed it out. Like I was n
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