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Chapter 6
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2026-10-06 16:35:52
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Eloise povZara came back on a Tuesday, five days after the arrest. I had referred her the day before to a colleague named Dr. Reyes, who was good with trauma and good with betrayal. His office was just down the street. I’d sent the paperwork, copied my supervisor, and closed her file. Every rule I had ever sworn to follow said I should never be in a room with her again.“Ms. Ellis is here,” my secretary said over the intercom. “She doesn’t have an appointment.”I looked at the closed folder on my desk for a while. “Send her in.”She came in wearing a pink dress. The ribbon was back in her hair. The version of Zara I had sat across from for weeks always looked one bad night away from breaking. This one looked rested. Her skin was clear and her shoulders sat low and easy. She closed the door, crossed to the chair she always used, sat down, and crossed her ankles.She smelled faintly of jasmine. I noticed my own hands, one flat on the folder, the other gripping the arm of my chair.“I
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Alex POVFinally it was Thursday. The day I had spent three years waiting for. A long glass table and nine faces I had spent six months learning.I wore the navy suit Eloise had bought me. The watch Eloise gave me was back on my wrist, and the shoes Jenna had gotten me were on my feet. A man with something to hide doesn’t wear the gift his fiancée gave him, so I wore it on purpose.Bennett sat at the head of the table with his hands folded. He nodded once when I came in. Warm, almost fond.I gave them everything they needed to know in ten minutes: the projected returns, the fee structure, the custodian arrangement, the ten-year forecast, and the endorsement page with the Bennett name printed across the top.I’ve done it enough times that my voice does the work while the rest of me watches the room. Harold Weiss, Mr. Bennett's best friend had his arms crossed fully invested in my work. I knew he’d already decided to make the first move.“If there are no questions,” I said, “I’d like to
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“Everything came back negative, Ms. Bennett. You’re clear.” Dana said it twice, the way people do when they know how long a second can be.“Thank you. Thank you so much,” I said, thanking a stranger for handing my own body back to me.Then I walked into the staff restroom, locked the door, and sat on the closed lid of the toilet with both hands over my mouth until the shaking ran out. Clear. The word kept running. I was clear, and Zara wasn’t, and the man responsible was living his normal life. I had spent the past days being clever. I had watched, and listened, and kept my face still, and it had never occurred to me to be afraid. That was the part that came in now. Cold and late, like finding the crack in a floor.I had waited long enough. I stood up and washed my hands. The water ran hot over my palm. I looked at the woman in the mirror. She looked nothing like Dr. Eloise. She looked like a woman who had let her guard down for a man who manipulated her and used her. Her lipstick
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I had told Zara to come the next morning, she arrived ten minutes late, which was very unlike her. Her hair pulled back carelessly and her eyes swollen, the lids pink and heavy.“I told him,” she said, sitting down heavily. “Not about the results. Just that I thought he might have been with someone else,”My brows drew together. “How did that go?”“He didn’t get angry.” She frowned, like she was still replaying the moment, looking for the part that made sense. “He just asked me a question. He said, when was the last time you were with someone else? Who did you have before me?Something hot and tight twisted in my chest. “He turned it around on you?” I said.“I guess. I don’t know. He said it so calmly, like it was a fair thing to ask. He kept stirring his coffee the whole time, slow little circles, and he never once looked away from me.” She shook her head. “It threw me off. I ended up apologizing to him. Can you believe that? I apologized.”I could believe it because I had spent thre
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Zara was already in the waiting room when I arrived, ten minutes before I even unlocked my office door. She sat with her knees pressed together and her handbag clutched in her lap like something that might be taken from her.Her blue dress was wrinkled, and there were faint shadows beneath her eyes, the kind that come from a night spent staring at the ceiling.“You’re early,” I said.“I just couldn’t sit at home.”She followed me down the hall, her heels tapping the tile in a quick, nervous rhythm. I unlocked the door and let her in first. I flicked on the desk lamp and the light threw pale stripes across the carpet. I offered her water, and she took the glass with both hands, as if it might slip away from her.The room smelled of the last traces of the lavender candle I’d lit the evening before. The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the stillness. She sat down across from me and her hands stayed knotted in her lap.“I haven’t been with anyone else,” she said, before I’d even opened
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Lucienne sat between a bookshop and a florist, behind a green door with a brass handle worn smooth by years of hands. Inside, it was cool and quiet and smelled like butter and lemon. Soft jazz drifted from somewhere near the kitchen, and the clink of cutlery followed it.The hostess, a young woman in a black apron, looked up with a bright smile. “Table for one?”I’m actually hoping to see the dining room,” I said. My fiancé and I are thinking of celebrating our anniversary here.”It was the lie people tell every day. It slid out clean. It scared me a little how easily it came.“Of course let me show you.”She led me through the dining room, past white tablecloths and low candles, and out into a courtyard where a small stone fountain trickled in the center. Ivy climbed the walls. String lights hung overhead, unlit in the daylight.“This is our most requested spot,” the hostess said, gesturing to a corner booth tucked against the tile. A small brass lamp shaped as a shell glowed beside
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