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DAMIAN

I knew the moment I stepped out of the dining room that something was wrong. You don’t live with guilt for three years without developing a sixth sense for disaster.

And right now, every instinct in me is screaming Elena.

I find her in the hallway, standing in front of that door. The pink door, the one she was never supposed to see.

My heart slams into my ribs so hard I swear I hear it.

“Elena, don’t go in there,”

She jumps at the sound of her name and spins around.

Her eyes are cold, sharp and suspicious.

“Why is that room pink?” she asks, voice like steel.

I swallow. Hard.

“It’s—It’s nothing. A renovation. My mother, she wanted—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

And there it is. The one thing I feared most. Her tone, that stare, the version of Elena who sees right through me.

“Elena, listen—”

“Answer me, Damian.”

I open my mouth but nothing coherent comes out. I can’t tell her here, not like this, not when she’s already drowning in arson investigations, her mother’s trauma
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Damian you already did. Lies of omission are still lies.
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  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    FIFTY-THREE

    DAMIAN The moment that voice cut through the room, deep, cold, and far too comfortable giving orders, and my spine locked up. “You heard her; leave now.” I turned, slowly, and the man leaning in the doorway looked like he’d stepped straight out of a tailored revenge fantasy. Dark suit, darker stare, and an expression that said he’d buried men for breathing in his direction. Elena whispered something under her breath, too soft even for me to catch it, but her eyes, they, widened. Recognition and amiliarity. Which immediately irritated the hell out of me. Her mother gasped softly and practically ran towards him, hugging him like a prodigal son. Just perfect. The man stepped into the room, his hand resting briefly on Elena’s mother’s back before he turned to me again. His eyes raked over me like he was measuring whether I’d fit in the trunk of a car. “Gentlemen usually leave when a lady asks,” he said, calm, in that infuriating older-man-knows-everything tone. “I don’t like

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    FIFTY-TWO

    ELENA I didn’t even hesitate. I stepped out the front door barefoot, hair a mess, face still streaked with dried cemetery dirt. If they wanted a fragile, shaken, grieving Elena, they were in for a wake-up call. Both of them turned when they heard me. Cathy looked like she’d seen a ghost. Damian looked like he’d finally seen the consequence of all his sins at once. Good. “What did you mean about Angela?” I demanded. Just the truth I’d been starved for. Cathy blinked rapidly, her hands lifting in that “baby, wait, let’s talk about this inside” motherly panic. “Elena, sweetheart—” “Don’t.” My voice cracked, but I didn’t let it break. “What. Did you. Mean?” Her eyes darted to Damian like she expected him to magically fix the situation. He didn’t move or blink. He even didn’t say a single damn thing. I snapped. “And what did you mean about an EMPTY GRAVE?” I screamed. Cathy jumped. “Elena—” “Don’t lie to me! Don’t you DARE lie to me right now! What EMPTY GRAVE?! What did you

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    FIFTY-ONE

    ELENAThe door shut with a soft click, but in my head, it slammed like an earthquake.For a moment, I just stared at the ceiling. The room felt brighter without him in it; lighter and yet somehow heavier at the same time. My chest was tight, like all the air had been folded and tucked away somewhere I couldn’t reach.My mother let out a long exhale, the kind she usually saved for receipts, flat tires, and tax season.“Well,” she said, sitting beside me and smoothing my hair back, “that was dramatic.”I snorted, which immediately made my skull pound. “Don’t start.”“Oh, I’m starting,” she said. “You fainted like a Victorian woman who just found out corsets cause long-term spinal damage. You scared the life out of me.”“I’m fine,” I muttered.“No, you are not fine,” she shot back. “You haven’t slept. You haven’t eaten. You’re stressed. And you’ve been trying to carry the world on your back when you barely weigh as much as one grocery bag.”“Wow,” I mumbled, “tell me how you really feel

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    FIFTY

    DAMIANCathy’s voice sliced through the room like a blade.“What!?”Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes bulging, her face turning a terrifying shade of white. My stomach dropped. I stood up too fast, knocking my knee against the coffee table. “Ms. Cathy—”“What did you just say?” she choked out. “Damian… WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?”Shit. She heard everything. Every single thing. My mouth went dry. My pulse hammered so hard I felt it in my throat.“Cathy, you need to calm down—”“CALM DOWN?” she shrieked, stumbling into the room and pointing a trembling finger at me. “You’re telling me my granddaughter, my ELENA’S baby has been ALIVE?”Her voice cracked into something feral, devastated.“And you HID HER!?”I raked a hand through my hair, pacing once, twice, fighting the urge to slam my fist through the wall.“It wasn’t like that—”“DON’T LIE TO ME!”I flinched. She had every right to be angry, but the sound still hit deep.She rushed to Elena’s bedside, hovering over her daughter with t

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    FORTY-NINE

    DAMIAN Elena hit the ground so fast that for a second, my brain didn’t process it. One moment, she was clawing at the dirt like a woman possessed, and the next, her body just… folded. Her head dropped forward, arms gave out, and her entire frame slumped into the soil like a marionette with its strings cut. For one heartbeat, I froze. Then, everything inside me snapped. “Shit—ELENA!” I shoved the car door open so violently it almost ripped off the hinge. The moment my shoes hit the ground, I was running, actually running towards her, the cold late morning air burning my lungs. Adrian reached her first, sliding on his knees beside her. “Elena! Elena...dammit—” He turned her over, and her head fell limply against his shoulder. “She’s burning up. Damian—!” I dropped beside them, my hands shaking as I touched her cheek. Cold from the outside. Burning underneath. Her eyelashes fluttered once. Then nothing. And something inside me cracked wide open. “What the hell were you thinking!

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    FORTY-EIGHT

    DAMIANI shut the car door.... just… shut it calmly and deliberate like if I moved slowly enough, I could pretend none of this was happening. But through the glass, I could still see her. Elena on her knees in the cold dirt, digging into the soil with a shovel as if brute force could rewrite the truth.My hands stayed on the steering wheel, but I couldn’t turn the key. I couldn’t drive away. I just sat there, frozen in the damned space between what I needed to do and what I could do. Every time she lifted the shovel and slammed it down, I flinched. Physically flinched. Like she was hitting me. She didn’t even realise how the soil was giving way under her palms. She didn’t see her arms shaking from exhaustion, not even her tears dripping into the dirt she was trying to tear apart.But I did. God, I did.Cole appeared beside the car window. He didn’t knock. Just stood there, arms crossed, staring at me like I was a ticking bomb he wasn’t being paid enough to babysit.I cracked the windo

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