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CHAPTER 10: The Things He Called Nothing
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2026-10-22 16:07:12
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I barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same things. Evelyn Mercer's letter. My signature on the shareholders' agreement. The message from the unknown number.Ask him what happened eighteen months ago, before you signed the agreement.By morning, I had read the message so many times that I could almost hear someone saying the words aloud.My sister found me at the kitchen table, still wearing the clothes I'd put on the previous evening. An untouched cup of tea sat beside my phone."You haven't slept," she said."I slept."She looked at me."Fine. I lay down for a few hours."She pulled out the chair opposite me and sat down."Have you told Mara about the messages?""Not yet. I'll show her when we meet.""Good. And you're not going to call Darian?""No."The answer came quickly, but we both knew it wasn't that simple.A part of me wanted to call him and demand an explanation. I wanted to hear what he would say about Evelyn, about Marcus, about my father. I wan
THE LAST TIME I FORGAVE YOU.. Chapter 11: The Name on the Letter
My sister read the letter again.This time, she took her time with it, as if a different meaning might appear if she studied every word carefully enough."There's no address," she said.I reached for the paper. "Let me see."The letter was only one page. Evelyn had written in neat, controlled handwriting, with no greeting beyond Darian's name and no signature beyond her own.The date was six months before I signed the personal guarantee.There were only a few sentences.You promised me this would be settled before the wedding. I agreed to give you more time because you said she would never need to know. I have kept my side of our agreement, Darian. I expect you to keep yours.I read it again.Then I read it a third time."She knew about me," I said.My sister sat beside me. "It sounds like she did.""She knew there was going to be a wedding. She knew Darian had promised her something. And she knew he didn't want me to find out.""Maybe."I looked at her."Please don't start telling me
THE LAST TIME I FORGAVE YOU.. CHAPTER 10: The Things He Called Nothing
By the time we reached home, it was after three.The house looked exactly the same.That was almost insulting.The flowers Darian had ordered for the wedding were still sitting in the hallway.A pair of his shoes was by the stairs.My coat was still hanging beside his.Nothing in the house knew that our wedding had been cancelled.My sister unlocked the door.I stood behind her for a moment before walking in.I wasn't sure what I expected to feel.Anger.Grief.Something.Instead, I felt strangely detached.Maybe because there were too many things to think about.The house.The bank.Aster Holdings.The guarantee.Sable Mercer.And the documents.So many documents.My sister put the blue folder on the dining table.“Where do we start?”“The study.”We walked through the house together.Darian's study was at the back, beside the kitchen.I had rarely gone in there.Not because he had ever told me I couldn't.He simply preferred to handle his work himself.I had always respected that.N
THE LAST TIME I FORGAVE YOU.. CHAPTER 9: What I Had Signed
The solicitor's office was only twenty minutes from the hotel.It felt like an hour.My sister drove while I sat in the passenger seat, staring at the email on my phone.The bank has flagged the account for review.I had read those words so many times they had stopped looking real.“What does it mean?” my sister asked.“I don't know.”“You're meeting the solicitor. She'll tell us.”I nodded.I wanted to believe that.But every answer I had received that morning seemed to open another question.Vesper.Aster Holdings.The £250,000 guarantee.The house.Now the bank.I turned my phone over.There were six missed calls from Darian.I hadn't answered any of them.My sister glanced at me.“Still calling?”“Yes.”“Don't pick up.”“I wasn't planning to.”A few minutes later, we pulled into the car park.The solicitor's office was on the second floor of an old stone building. Nothing about it looked urgent.That almost made me laugh.My entire life had changed before lunch, and the world was
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I made it halfway across the hotel lobby before I stopped.I didn't know where I was going.Outside, cars were pulling up to the entrance. Guests were leaving in small groups, some speaking quietly, others pretending not to stare.I couldn't blame them.A bride walking out of her own wedding without a groom was not something people saw every day.My sister came up behind me.“Do you want to go home?”I looked at her.The word home felt strange.Our home.The one Darian had put up as security without telling me.I shook my head.“Not yet.”My mother reached us a moment later.She looked exhausted.“I can call your aunt. You can stay with her tonight.”“Thank you, Mum.”She touched my cheek.“You don't have to decide everything today.”I wanted to believe that.But I knew better.Some things had already been decided for me.My wedding was over.My engagement was over.And there was a £250,000 guarantee with my name on it.My mother squeezed my hand. "I'll be nearby. Whatever you need."
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The ballroom was full.That was the hardest part.People were laughing. Waiters moved between tables carrying champagne. Someone was taking photographs near the flower wall.Everything looked exactly as it should have.Except I was no longer a bride.My sister walked beside me, carrying the blue folder against her chest.My mother followed quietly.I could feel people looking at us as we entered.They had been waiting for me.Waiting to see the bride.Waiting for the ceremony to begin.I stopped near the entrance.My sister touched my arm.“You don't have to do this alone.”“I know.”I took a breath.Then I stepped forward.The room slowly became quiet.I saw familiar faces first.Friends.Relatives.People Darian and I had known for years.Some smiled when they saw me.One of my aunties even lifted her phone, probably expecting another photograph.I couldn't blame her.She didn't know.None of them did.I walked toward the small platform where the microphone had been set up.The wedd
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