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Seventy seven

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Two or three evenings a week, sometimes at his place after I’d dropped the twins at the hotel with Seth, sometimes at mine during the rare nights they stayed with my parents.

Sometimes I stayed until morning, slipping out before dawn to make it back in time for the twins’ breakfast routine.

Sometimes I left immediately after, unable to risk the intimacy of sleeping beside him, of waking up tangled together in ways that felt too close to what we’d had before.

It was supposed to be c
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this book was a mistake , suupose to be reading about Darius and cassia
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  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   124

    She was awake at the crack of dawn, earlier than he usually woke up for his prayers. She searched, all her bags, every inch of her room even under her bed, as though she might have sleep walked and kept it there.After turning her room insude out she went out to the car, creeping like a thief in the darkness.She rummaged through the seats praying she hadn’t left it in her apartment, but it wasn’t there. She opened the boot of the car and saw a brown package there.She knew that couldn’t be it because it wasn’t wrapped but deeperatioj made her tear it open.She stepped back when red fabric fell to the good of the car.She picked it up what seems to be a garter and unfolded the rest of it.Lingerie. Her husband’s possibly ex paramour gifted her lingerie. Huh.She gave up the search making a mental note to call her former landlord the next day and went back to sleep.When she wone up, It was as if the previous events had never happened, if there wasn’t a missing plate in the set of 12

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   123

    “H-hey.” She greeted when he came out of it car.“What are you doing here.” She sounded surprised but not suspicious.“Passing through when I saw you. What brought you here.”“Oh un, nostalgia.”He nodded as if she made total sense.“Were you able to visit your friend.”“Yeah I did, it was a good visit.”“I just got the fuel, I’m going to get the hen and see you at home, don’t cook, I’ll get us something to eat.”His smile was so genuine she wondered if she was beyond saving, because she couldn’t even muster up the tiniest tinge of guilt.She got home and tried to scrub the ghetto out of her body, wondering how she was ever able to live there.He got home with fried rice, chicken salad and chicken.“I hope you’re a fried rice person,”“With my skills, I can’t be picky. Welcome home.” She regarded his sweaty countenance and grease stained shirt. “You look . . . Like you’ve had better days.”“I like the sound of that.”“I didn’t know you were a masochist.”“I meant the welcome home.”“O

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   122

    “H-hey.” She greeted when he came out of it car.“What are you doing here.” She sounded surprised but not suspicious.“Passing through when I saw you. What brought you here.”“Oh un, nostalgia.”He nodded as if she made total sense.“Were you able to visit your friend.”“Yeah I did, it was a good visit.”“I just got the fuel, I’m going to get the hen and see you at home, don’t cook, I’ll get us something to eat.”His smile was so genuine she wondered if she was beyond saving, because she couldn’t even muster up the tiniest tinge of guilt.She got home and tried to scrub the ghetto out of her body, wondering how she was ever able to live there.He got home with fried rice, chicken salad and chicken.“I hope you’re a fried rice person,”“With my skills, I can’t be picky. Welcome home.” She regarded his sweaty countenance and grease stained shirt. “You look . . . Like you’ve had better days.”“I like the sound of that.”“I didn’t know you were a masochist.”“I meant the welcome home.”“O

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   121

    (Darius’s POV)Cassia arrives the next afternoon, almost to the minute Brynn said she wouldMy assistant knocks once, steps in, and says Cassia Vale is here to see me, voice careful in that way people get when they know a name carries historyI tell him to send her inI do not stand when the door opensI do not need toShe steps into the office like she has done it a hundred times before, composed, measured, dressed in something understated that still manages to draw the eye, she closes the door behind her without turning her back on me for longer than necessary, then she crosses the room and takes the chair opposite my deskNo entourageNo assistantNo bufferFor the first time since I met her, she is aloneI take that in without reacting“You look well,” she saysHer voice is the same, controlled, warm at the edges, practiced enough to pass for natural“I’m recovering,” I answerHer eyes flick briefly to my side, then back to my face, she notices everything, she always has“I heard,

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   120

    to exhale. The other dancers have already moved on, stretching at the barre, rolling their shoulders, hydrating. But I'm frozen here in the center of the studio, muscles screaming, under the merciless gaze of the woman who controls whether I get Swan Lake or whether I get relegated to the corps de ballet for another miserable year."Your landing, Ms. Gregory," Madame Loretto's voice cuts through the afternoon heat like a blade. She's not yelling. That's what makes it worse. She never yells. "That fouetté was technically adequate. Your extension was acceptable. But your your landing was sloppy and Imprecise. It was the landing of someone who doesn't understand that the role of Odette is not a role for the imprecise."I want to defend myself. I want to say that I nailed forty seven other fouettés today with perfect precision, that my landing was just fractionally off balance, that the audition process for Swan Lake shouldn't hinge on a single moment of imperfection when I've spent the

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   119

    The financial trail is thin but unmistakable once you know what you’re looking for.My security team—specifically Marcus, who has been doing this longer than most people have been alive—comes to me with a folder containing payment records from three separate accounts. Small amounts, never more than five thousand dollars at a time, but consistent. Regular. The kind of payments that speak to an arrangement rather than a transaction. The kind of payments someone makes when they’re paying for silence or compliance or the careful coordination of a crime.The payments lead to a temporary contractor hired through a standard agency, someone listed on payroll under a name that doesn’t match the badge on file at the studio. Someone who should not have been on set that day, but clearly was.Someone who was there when Brynn was shot.I sit in my office and read through the documentation three times, cross-referencing everything with what Seth’s investigation has already uncovered. And with each r

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   Ninety

    You are not fit to be the mate of even my lowest servant.” His voice carried across the silent ballroom. “You are nothing.”I could still feel the bond between us pulsing, fragile, golden, new moment of bliss before he grabbed it and tore it apart.“I, Dayn Blackwood, Alpha of the Silverpine Pack,

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   Eight nine

    The ballroom blazed with light. Hundreds of wolves in elegant clothes laughed and danced under glittering chandeliers. Crystal glasses caught the moonlight. Music swirled through the air.I slipped through the crowd, keeping to the edges. The mask hid my face. In the press of bodies, no one looked

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   Eighty seven

    Ethan studied the photo with that unnervingly perceptive gaze he’d inherited. “He has grey eyes just like me, mama.”“Lots of people have grey eyes, baby.” I said quickly trying to divert him. “Come on, let’s make you grilled cheese.”I stood, but Ethan didn’t move, still staring at the picture. So

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   Eighty six

    2:47 am, again. I groaned as I rubbed my tired eyes, noticing the brightness from my laptop screen casting harsh shadows across the studio. I should have gone home hours ago, but this client’s deadline was tomorrow, and the dining room rendering still wasn’t quite right. The chandelier needed to be

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