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CHAPTER 89: He Watched
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2026-05-08 20:48:13
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SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS Chapter 95: What Richard Left
SIENNA’S POVThe folder sat on my kitchen table like it might bite me. I didn't want to touch it. I stared at it while Flynn settled Catherine into her playpen with careful hands I was still getting used to. He had gotten better at this. The way he checked the toys first and made sure nothing sharp was within reach, then gave her that small nod like they had an agreement. She accepted it without fuss. My daughter already trusted him more than she trusted most people.He sat across from me. No suit jacket today. Just a dark sweater and tired eyes. He didn’t try to soften anything.“It’s the house our dad grew up in,” he said. “West Hills. Before everything got bigger. The will has a clause that only triggers now because you’re legally recognized.”I didn’t touch the folder. My hands stayed flat on the table, palms down, like I needed to hold myself in place. Catherine made a happy little noise behind me, slapping at her plastic keys. The sound should have felt normal. But it didn't, no
SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS CHAPTER 94: The Estate Letter
FLYNN'S POVMy phone buzzed on the kitchen counter while I was pouring coffee I wouldn’t drink. It was that same unknown number that had texted me the other night. Portland area code. I almost let it go to voicemail, but something made me pick up.“Flynn Thornfield.”“Mr. Thornfield, this is Patricia Haverford from Haverford Estate Management. I believe you got a message sent from us a few days ago. Because of that, I would like us to meet today if possible. Eleven years of silence from my father’s estate, and now this. I checked my watch. “Does Ten o’clock work?”“It works perfectly Mr Thornfield. Thank you.”The line disconnected and I sighed and said to myself “What other surprise did he leave now? Gone almost 12 years and you are still causing me trouble”I arrived at her downtown office exactly on time. Patricia Haverford had been managing the Thornfield estate for as long as I can remember. Patricia looked exactly like I remembered from the original reading of the will. She ha
SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS CHAPTER 93: Symptoms
ARIA'S POVSomething was wrong with my body and I was choosing not to know what.It started in the morning. I sat up in bed and my stomach lurched so hard I had to grab the headboard. Sat very still for a full minute before it passed. Then I got up, got dressed, and told myself it was probably the wine from Petra's dinner party and went to the studio.Ten days. I had ten days to the show. My body could fall apart on the eleventh. I was at my easel by seven and by nine I had cracked the foreground problem on the penultimate piece that had been defeating me all week. The answer clean and obvious answer just arrived when I stopped trying to force it. I made the mark, stepped back, and knew immediately it was right. Two more decisions followed from that one and the morning moved fast and good.Then around eleven I reached for my water bottle and the room tilted.Not dramatically. Just a few seconds of everything being slightly wrong, like the floor had shifted two inches to the left. I
SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS Chapter 92: First conversation
I have spent three weeks on the job and Carmen had put a second grant folder on my desk without asking. She just set it there while I was on the phone, a small sticky note at the top, her handwriting: *you've got this.* She was already walking away by the time I finished the call. I peeled the Post-it off carefully and stuck it to the edge of my monitor next to the first one she had given me on day two, which said *coffee is in the back, don't let Marcus finish it first.* I keep them both. I don't examine why. The first application went out on a Tuesday. I had checked it four times and then made myself stop checking because there is a point past which reviewing your own work stops being diligence and starts becoming something else. Carmen signed off on it in under ten minutes, which either meant it was good or she trusted me more than the timeline warranted. I chose to believe the first option and move on. The second folder was thicker. A larger grant, a longer history of the o
SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS Chapter 91: Flynn Makes the Call
I call Dominic at 8 AM.I am sitting in my car outside my company building with the engine off and my coffee going cold in the cupholder. I made a decision last night that I was going to do this before I went to the office, before the day got its hands on me and turned everything into something manageable, professional and distant. This was not that kind of call.He picked up on the fourth ring."Yes?"That one word told me everything about how he had decided to play this. Composed and unhurried. "What are you doing, Dominic?""I'm in my house trying to get some sleep before the start of today's work," he said. "And you just ruined that. Thanks.""Stop acting dense. You know what I mean."There was silence.“You call me at 8am for a reason I do not and you have not pointed out and you call me dense?”I took a deep breath and stayed quiet “Are you gonna tell me what I have done orrr”"How stupid do you think she is, Dominic? She knows it's you," I said. "Stop.""Stop what exactly? I
SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS CHAPTER 90: The Complaint She Almost Files
ARIA'S POV This is the fifth time I saw this same car and I decided to take photographs. I didn't panic. I didn't move away from the window or tell myself I was imagining it. I picked up my phone, opened the camera, and documented. Five times in two weeks. It's been the same car at different times of day but always there long enough to mean something. I sat at my kitchen table with the photographs on my phone, looked at them and thought about what to do next. I called Jordan. She answered on the second ring. I told her what I had. The car, the five sightings and the photographs with timestamps. I said it plainly because that was the only way I knew how to say things that frightened me. Plain, factual and without the emotional framing that made them harder to hold. "File a report then" Jordan said. “Against who? Maybe they are just an innocent person who has nothing to do with me” “You know who Aria” "I don't know for certain it's him." "Aria." "I know," I said.
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