Home / Romance / SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS / Chapter 82: The Thing About Silence

Share

Chapter 82: The Thing About Silence

Author: ASHVA
last update publish date: 2026-05-02 22:15:29

Flynn's POV.

"Tell me what happened."

Dr. Wren's office looked the same as it always did. The same grey chair, same plant in the corner that had no business being as healthy as it was and the same quality of quiet that existed nowhere else in my life. I had always found it either deeply settling or deeply exposing depending on the day.

Today it was both.

I told her everything.

I told it without editing anything. That part was harder than the telling itself. Dr. Wren had spent one year teachin
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS    Chapter 83: What You Don't Qualify

    Aria's POV"The show title," Clara Reyes said, looking down at her notes. "Raw Meridian. Can you talk about that choice?"It was fourteen days left now. I had counted them that morning while brushing my teeth. Fourteen days to the gala and I was sitting at a panel table in the Pearl District in front of forty people who were all looking at me like I had answers, which was either true or the most convincing performance I had ever given.Probably both.The Oregon Visual Arts Council headquarters smelled like good coffee, fresh paint and the ambition of a room full of people who cared deeply about something that the rest of the world treated as optional. I had been in rooms like this my whole career. I had always been in the audience before.I adjusted the microphone."A meridian is a reference line," I said. "Something you measure from. Not the destination or the starting point. Just the line that tells you where everything else sits in relation to it." I paused. "The work in this sho

  • SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS    Chapter 82: The Thing About Silence

    Flynn's POV. "Tell me what happened."Dr. Wren's office looked the same as it always did. The same grey chair, same plant in the corner that had no business being as healthy as it was and the same quality of quiet that existed nowhere else in my life. I had always found it either deeply settling or deeply exposing depending on the day.Today it was both.I told her everything.I told it without editing anything. That part was harder than the telling itself. Dr. Wren had spent one year teaching me the difference between recounting something and performing it. I still had to catch myself mid sentence sometimes, still had to pull back from the version that made me look better or worse than the plain facts did.She listened without interrupting.When I finished, the office was quiet for a moment. "What's the argument for telling her?" Dr. Wren said."She deserves to know.""And against?"I looked at my hands. "She is eighteen days out from the most important professional moment of her

  • SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS    CHAPTER 81: The Morning After

    ARIA'S POVThe first thing I was aware of was the light.The light that came from the curtains were too bright. I did not recognise this room, I had to spend three full seconds placing where I was before I remembered why I didn't recognize it.Right.The second thing I was aware of was my head.It was making a very serious argument for never consuming alcohol again, a full-body argument, the kind that involved my temples, the back of my eyes and a general suggestion from my stomach that things were about to become urgent. I tried to sit up.My body registered this as a personal insult.I made it to the edge of the bed anyway because I didn't have a choice and I was trying to figure out where the bathroom was when my foot hit something on the floor.A bucket. Placed with deliberate, specific care right at the side of the bed. I quickly grabbed and used it. It felt like I just puked my whole stomach out. Once the worst of it had passed, I sat on the edge of the hotel bed with my hair

  • SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS    Chapter 80: 5 AM

    FLYNN’S POV The first thing I register is the ceiling.I stare at it for three full seconds before the rest of it assembles. The sheets, the dark, the particular silence of a room that is not my apartment.I look down at myself.“Oh shit”.I scrub a hand over my face and reach for my phone on the nightstand. 5:04 AM. The room is the grey colour of very early morning, the kind of light that shows you just enough. I swing my legs to the side of the bed I sit up slowly and the night comes back in pieces, the bar, the scotch, the rain outside and the woman. I remember her body the way you remember something that surprises you, completely, every detail. I drag a hand down my face and exhale.I turn to look at her.And the bottom drops out of everything.She is lying on her side facing me, red hair across the pillow, lips slightly parted, one hand curled under her cheek. Asleep like she was in total surrender, her whole body just done. “Oh No” I whispered. The recognition doesn't cree

  • SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS    Chapter 79: Stranger's Ceiling

    *Aria's Pov*“We're here, There is no going back now,” he says.“Open the damn door” I said. Every part of me already drunk and wanting. The door clicks shut behind us. The sound is final.I don’t look around the room because I really don’t care if the walls are blue or if there are books on the nightstand. It is a space that doesn’t know me. That is the only thing that matters.I am standing in a vacuum. My old life is on the other side of that wood, and for tonight, it can stay there.He doesn’t turn on the lights. He doesn’t need to. The glow from the street filtered through thin curtains is enough to see the silhouette of him.He is tall and broad, and he moves with a heavy kind of grace and comes toward me, I don’t move.I want this. I want the collision.He reaches out, and his hand cups my jaw. His skin is warm and rough.There is a tremor in my chest, but it isn’t fear. It is a strange, haunting sense of recognition. The way his thumb brushes over my lower lip feels like a gh

  • SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS    Chapter 78: Whiskey and Strangers

    Aria's POV The bar on Hawthorne has no memory of me.After looking at it for a while, I go in.I have walked past it a hundred times and never once stepped through the door and that is exactly the qualification it meets tonight. No version of myself I have to maintain inside it. No associations or corner booths where anyone knows me. Just dark wood, low lighting and the particular mercy of a room full of people who are all separately minding their own business.I take a stool at the bar and order a whiskey sour.The bartender makes it without asking anything. I appreciate this more than I can explain. I wrap both hands around the glass and take the first sip and let the taste of it sit on my tongue. My mother's drink. I don't know why I ordered it tonight except that I want to be inside someone else's history for a little while. Someone who is not me. The bar does its evening thing around me. Conversations I can hear without understanding. A couple arguing quietly near the window, t

  • SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS    CHAPTER 27: Flynn Sees Them

    FLYNN'S POVThe client dinner ran two hours longer than scheduled because Gerald Mack liked to talk and I'd remembered how to listen.That was the thing about business. It didn't care what your personal life looked like. You showed up, you focused and you made the other person feel like the most im

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-27
  • SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS    CHAPTER 37: Falling

    ARIA'S POVI didn't mean to stay.We'd fallen asleep on his couch somewhere after midnight, the movie long finished, my head finding the space between his shoulder and his chest the way it had without either of us deciding that was where it would go. I woke up at 2 AM to the city quiet outside the

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-04-05
  • SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS    CHAPTER 36: Flynn's Reckoning

    FLYNN'S POVCatherine had fallen asleep on Sienna's shoulder by the time I said it."The divorce finalized this week."Sienna didn't respond right away. She adjusted Catherine slightly, the automatic movement of someone who had learned in two months to do everything with one arm, and looked at the

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-04-04
  • SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS    CHAPTER 35: The Divorce Is Final

    ARIA'S POVI wore real clothes to sign my divorce papers.Not black or celebratory. Just the blazer and the ankle boots I saved for days that required me to feel like myself. The kind of outfit you put on when you need your outside to hold your inside together.Jordan had offered to come three time

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-04-03
More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status