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CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE: SOPHIA AND THE PRESS
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One Night with My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE: SOPHIA AND THE PRESS
Sophia’s essay goes viral at four in the morning.I know this because she texts me at four oh three with a screenshot of the share count and the particular energy of someone who has been awake since before it published and has been watching the numbers with the focused attention of a journalist who knows exactly what a piece looks like when it is finding the audience it was written for.I am awake. I have been awake since Lucian’s midnight confession, in the particular restful-but-present state of someone who is not sleeping but is not requiring anything either, listening to the baby breathe three feet away and the city outside the window and Lucian in the chair, who fell asleep around two with his head tilted back and his arms crossed, the specific posture of a man who refused to lie down and lost the negotiation with his own body.I read the screenshot.Then I find the essay itself on my phone, the full version, and I read it in the half-dark of the hospital room while the baby slee
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She sleeps.This is what newborns do and I know this in the abstract way you know things before you have experienced them but the specific reality of it, this small person asleep in the hospital bassinet three feet from where I am lying, is different from the abstract knowledge in the way that all real things are different from their descriptions.She is three feet away and she is sleeping and she is entirely herself already, which is the thing I was not prepared for, the completeness of her, the way she arrived as a finished person rather than a project, opinionated and specific and already certain of what she wants, which appears to be warmth and proximity and the sound of Lucian’s voice, which she located with her whole small body within the first hour and has been orienting toward since.She has his instincts.The room is quiet in the way hospital rooms are quiet after the medical necessity has been resolved and what remains is the simpler and more complex thing of three people in
One Night with My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE: EMMA AT THE WINDOW
Julian brings Emma at nine in the morning.Not to the room. To the waiting area on the maternity ward, which is a different kind of room entirely, smaller and quieter than the hospital’s other waiting areas, with chairs along two walls and a table with magazines nobody reads and a window that looks out over a courtyard where nothing in particular is happening.I know this because Lucian tells me, stepping out to find them when the nurse says we have a moment, coming back with the particular expression of a man who has just seen his daughter in a waiting room chair and is holding that image very carefully.“How is she,” I say.“Quiet,” he says. “She brought her notebook.”“The astronomy one,” I say.“Yes,” he says. “She’s not reading it.”This tells me everything.Emma not reading a book she brought is Emma doing what she does when something requires her full interior attention and the book is a prop for the appearance of occupying herself while she processes it. She brought the notebo
One Night with My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO: THE CHOICE HE MADE WITHOUT HESITATION
Marcus calls at seven fourteen in the evening.Lucian’s phone is on the windowsill of the hospital room, face up, because Lucian does not put his phone face down anymore, not since the conversation in Chapter twenty-eight, not since we agreed that being present to each other means being present to each other in both directions. It lights up with Marcus’s name and Lucian looks at it from where he is standing beside my bed and he does not reach for it.I look at him.“Answer it,” I say.“It can wait,” he says.“Lucian,” I say. “Answer the phone. The company is still running. Marcus needs you for exactly as long as the call takes and then you can come back.”He looks at me for a moment. Then he picks it up.He walks to the window and I watch his profile against the city light while he listens. Marcus’s voice is not audible but the shape of the conversation is, the particular quality of a man delivering a series of updates to someone who is absorbing them without responding much because t
One Night with My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE: THE LONGEST DRIVE
The drive to the hospital was twelve minutes.I know this because Lucian timed it. Not consciously, not with a watch, but in the particular way of a man whose mind does not stop running even when everything else is asking it to, and in the days that follow he will mention the twelve minutes in the way people mention small specific things when the larger things are too large to measure.Twelve minutes.In those twelve minutes I looked out the window at the city doing its November thing and Lucian held my hand and talked to me in the low, continuous voice I asked for once and he has never stopped offering since, and the tightening came and went and came again and each time it came he did not stop talking, just shifted his grip slightly, just enough, and kept going.Now, in the hospital, in the particular quality of hospital time, I think about those twelve minutes.About how much was held inside them.The shareholder meeting behind us, still settling, the vote confirmed and the motion f
One Night with My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend CHAPTER SIXTY: THE COMPLICATION NO ONE PLANNED FOR
Dr. Carter does not hide her alarm.This is one of the things I have come to appreciate about her in the six weeks since I first sat across from her in that examination room and she said high-risk without softening it. She does not perform reassurance she does not feel. She does not manage the room by managing the information in it. She tells you what is true and she expects you to be capable of handling what is true, which is the most respectful thing a doctor can do and also occasionally the most frightening.She tells us in the corridor, away from the room where I am being settled by two nurses who are doing their jobs with the brisk, practiced efficiency of people who have done this many times and find it neither alarming nor routine but simply the thing that requires doing.She tells Lucian first because I asked her to, weeks ago, in one of the follow-up appointments he came to, I said if there is something urgent and I am not in a position to process it clearly, tell him first,
One Night with My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend Chapter 6: When Best Friends Lie to Each Other
Lucian’s phone rings thirty seconds after Ariana hangs up.Ethan.He stares at the name on the screen. His best friend since freshman year of college. The guy who was there when Lucian’s father died. When he launched his first company. Every major moment of his adult life.The guy whose ex-girlfrie
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Three days.I give myself three days to be pathetic. To ignore Ethan’s calls, sleep until noon, and let Sophia bring me takeout I don’t eat.On day four, I shower. Put on the black blazer that makes me feel competent. Drive to Ethan’s office building downtown.I’m done hiding.His assistant recogni
One Night with My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend Chapter 4: The Lie That Started the War
The coffee tastes like cardboard.I’m sitting in Lucian’s kitchen, on his barstool, drinking his terrible coffee because leaving felt impossible and staying feels worse.We made it fifteen minutes.Fifteen minutes of me in the service elevator, him probably back in bed, both of us pretending the ag
One Night with My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend Chapter 3: The Morning After the World Changed
Silk sheets.That’s my first coherent thought. These aren’t my sheets. Mine are cotton, budget-friendly, bought on sale at Target.These are silk. Cool against my bare skin. Expensive.Oh God.I keep my eyes closed. If I don’t open them, maybe last night didn’t happen. Maybe I’m home. Maybe the cha
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