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Rules of Engagement
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2026-04-25 05:13:35Damien called her thirty-seven times that week.
She did not answer once.
He sent flowers on Monday. White peonies. Her favorite. She had not told anyone in New York that they were her favorite, which meant he remembered, which meant he had been paying attention back when she had stopped believing he paid attention to anything.
She put them in a vase anyway.
On Tuesday, he sent a handwritten letter. Four pages. She did not read it. She put it in a drawer unopened and sat on her bed for twenty minutes, not reading it.
On Wednesday, he sent a photograph. Just one. No note.
The photograph was of a small construction site in Queens. A building with a half-finished sign on the front. The sign read, in hand-painted letters: THE ARIA HOUSE. A refuge for women and children escaping domestic situations.
She looked at the photograph for a long time.
On Thursday, she finally called him.
"Meet me," she said. "Eight o'clock. La Rouge. We will have one conversation. And after that, I will decide if I ever want to see you again."
"Aria."
"Eight o'clock, Damien. Do not be late."
She hung up.
La Rouge was a private dining room above a restaurant on the Lower East Side. Dark wood, red velvet, candles. The kind of place where deals got made and marriages got ended. Seraphina had chosen it because she wanted neutral ground. No hotel. No home. No bed.
He was already there when she arrived.
He stood when she walked in. No tie. Black shirt. Sleeves rolled up. Hair a mess in a way that made her stomach do something she did not give it permission to do.
"You look."
"Do not," she said. "Do not do the compliments."
"Fine."
She sat. He sat. A waiter poured wine. Left. Closed the door behind him.
Silence.
"I want to tell you what is going to happen," Seraphina said. "And I want you to listen without interrupting."
"Okay."
"I have a daughter. Her name is Luna. She is two years old, and she lives in London with a nanny I trust and a security team I pay for. She does not know who you are. She knows she has a father, and she has been told that he loved her very much and could not be with her. That is the story she has."
Damien's jaw was tight. He did not speak.
"I will not confirm that she is yours. Not yet. I will not allow a DNA test. I will not introduce you to her. Not until I am sure, really sure, that you are the kind of man she deserves to have in her life. Not the kind you were. The kind you claim to be now. I need time to find out which man is the real one."
"How long."
"As long as it takes."
"Aria."
"That is rule one. Rule two. We are not a couple. We are not a reunion. We are two people who made a child, and I am willing to see if we can be something civilized for her sake. That is it. No romance. No late-night phone calls. No flowers. No letters. No buildings named after me without my permission."
"Noted."
"Rule three. You do not talk to the press. About me. About Luna. About anything. If a journalist approaches you, you say no comment. If your mother leaks something, you stop her. My privacy is not negotiable."
"Agreed."
"Rule four."
She paused.
She had been rehearsing rule four in front of a mirror in her suite for three hours.
"Rule four," she said, "is that I am not going to sleep with you."
His eyes flickered.
"I did not ask."
"You were going to."
"I might have thought about it."
"You were going to."
He did not deny it again.
"Aria."
"Damien."
"Can I say one thing? And then we can go back to rules."
"One thing."
He leaned forward. The candle between them threw shadows across his face, and for one second, he looked exactly the way he had looked on their wedding day, the moment before he said his vows. Young. Terrified. In love.
"I am going to earn you back," he said. "Not because I deserve to. I know I do not. Because I would rather spend the rest of my life failing to deserve you than spend another day living as the man who threw you out in the rain. I do not need you to love me. I need you to let me try."
She did not answer for a long time.
Then she picked up her wine. Took a sip. Set it down.
"Eight p.m. Thursdays. One dinner a week. That is where we start."
"That is where we start."
She stood.
"Aria."
"Yes."
"The Aria House. Is it okay that I did that?"
She looked at him for a long moment.
"Do not do anything else like that without asking me."
"Understood."
She left.
She made it to the car before her hands started shaking.
Thursday. Seven days. She had seven days to figure out how to sit across from that man for a whole dinner without falling into the version of herself that still loved him.
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