LOGINI scoffed inwardly. I spotted Karen a few moments ago. She was putting on a backless dress that left nothing to the imagination. I found it irritating that she thought she could school me when her own precious daughter was dressed like an online slut.
" I won't be taking it off mum. You should go check on the kitchen staff" I said, ignoring the slight twinge of guilt that pricked my heart.
I would never talk so rudely to her. But she deserved it. Not after all her ruthless attitude towards me the moment she got back the daughter that she loved.
Her face turned a bright shade of pink as she stared at me.
" Don't you dare talk to me like that" she said, gritting her teeth.
I refused to meet her gaze as I tried to walk away.
I could hear her audible gasp as I walked into the party, my legs shaking from the encounter I just had with her.
" I did not think you would come" Louis said, looking me dead in the eye.
" Why? Because you decided to get married to my slut of a sister? They are still my family, and I don't care what you or any of them says" I said to him and I could see his jaw ticking. He was angry.
" You would not refer to her like that. I would not take that from you. I wanted to ask you this amicably, but after what happened today I have seen that you are a temperamental woman and I'm so glad that I did not proceed with this journey with you" he said.
I wanted to tell him that I was glad too, that I was glad that I had seen beyond his kind smiles and face and that he had shown his true colours before we tied the knot.
" What do you want?" I said instead, a bored expression on my face.
" I want my ring back. " He said and I looked at him shocked.
The ring he had engaged me with was a simple but yet expensive one. I remembered blushing so violently as I kissed him over and over, thanking him for what he got, happy to take another step with him in life.
He wanted it back. To give it to my sister.
" I threw it out"I said simply.
I enjoyed the look of pure anger that crossed his features as he stared at me.
" You wouldn't dare" he said.
" Oh but I did. I threw it out the moment I found out about your engagement to my sister. I did not know I was supposed to keep it so you could put it on another girl's finger with the same lies and promises you told me. It just felt repulsive to think about" I said to him.
He looked at me with the fury still clear in his eyes.
" You are going to regret doing that" he said and strod off, leaving me with my heart thumping as I remembered the ring I had put on the table top. I made a mental note to take it and flush it down the toilet for good.
The air was closing up on me and I could already feel my breathing being restricted.
The judge eyes of the crowd as they whispered. Perhaps it's because she is so shabby in comparison to her sister.
Maybe it's because he did not want to be stuck with a woman that is second choice with her parents.
I could hear all their thoughts clearly as my legs wobbled, leading me to the table where I knew Tasha was supposed to be, but she was not there.
I wanted to leave now, to take a walk and get the air out of my system, but I stood frozen to the spot, even as she walked back to look at me.
" Where have you been?" I asked her.
She seemed shocked as she looked at me.
" Are you okay? You are breathing so hard and I'm beginning to think that you won't make it through the rest of the night at this pace" she said to me, putting her hand on my forehead as if to check if I was burning up.
" He wants his ring back. That two faced idiot wants to put the same ring he put on my finger, on my sister's" I said.
She scowled as she looked at me, picking up a cupcake.
" Then screw him. He is an idiot if he thinks he would be getting that ring back. You should turn it into spikes and stick it into his clothes.
Maybe add hair loss powder to his shampoo. I keep telling you how to get your revenge but you never seem to do any" she said, sighing as though she would have done worse should she be in my situation.
" I understand your concerns but I think I'm just better off flushing it down the toilet" I said to her and she shrugged.
" You have always decided to take the easy way out anyways. Should we leave now? If you want we can go and then you can call this shitty gathering a night " she said.
I looked at all of them, watching them giggle and play as they danced, happy like a family, celebrating, forgetting that I was one of them
I met the stare of Karen a few times and it was nasty. She seemed to happy that she had everything I had.
My life, my family, my parents, and now my fiance.
I could not let her win again. Not three times in a row.
" I won't be going" I said with determination.
" But you look like you are about to pass out" she said to me but I shook my head rapidly.
" I would just take a walk in the garden" I said, turning around to leave before she could protest.
I would stay here for as long as I could.
I would show them that it was not easy to break me.
Emily's POVJune came the way June came in Los Angeles — not suddenly, not with announcement, but as the natural arrival of something that had always been coming, the warmth deepening from the provisional into the committed, the city settling into the version of itself that it wore for the long months of summer.The roses on the back wall at Cheviot Hills were extraordinary.Anna had said they would be. She had looked at the trained canes in March and said: in June that wall will be extraordinary, with the certainty of someone reading a visual language they understood. She had been right. My mother had sent photographs in the last week of May — the buds swelling, the first blooms opening — and Anna had sent back: I'm coming on the fourteenth. I already have the flights.She came on the fourteenth.I picked her up from the airport. She came through the arrivals door with the carry-on and the dark coat she didn't need because it was June and looked at me with the ease of someone arrivin
Emily's POVSunday was the day Anna had asked for.Not at Cheviot Hills — just the two of us, as she had said when she confirmed the visit. The ordinary time, the time where nothing particular was happening. She had said she wanted to see the consultancy on Friday, which she had. She had said she wanted the garden on Saturday, which she had received beyond what she had anticipated. Sunday, she had said, I want with you.I had been thinking about what Sunday should be since the visit was confirmed.Not an itinerary — she had been explicit about not wanting that. But a shape. The right shape for a day between two people who were still learning each other in the ordinary way, the accumulation of hours and observations and small exchanges that built a relationship into something durable.I had decided on walking.Los Angeles was a city that revealed itself differently at walking pace than at the car pace that most people used — the pace at which you caught the scale but missed the detail.
Chapter 94Emily's POVThe Karen sentencing came on a Thursday.The last week of March, as scheduled. One week after Anna had flown back to Phoenix with the Cheviot Hills mud still on her boots and the photographs of the garden on her phone and the particular quality of someone who had arrived at a place and found it to be what they had hoped it would be.I did not attend the sentencing.Neither did my parents. Neither did Anna. We had all, separately and then together, arrived at the same decision — that the verdict had been the necessary thing, the naming of the true shape of what had happened, and the sentencing was the legal system completing its own work, which it did not require our presence to do.Sarah Mitchell attended. She had offered to — she had been present at the trial, had provided testimony about the records and the investigation, and she said she would go and report back. I had said yes, thank you, the same thank you I kept giving her and which she kept receiving with
Chapter 92Emily's POVAnna arrived on a Thursday evening in the second week of March.I picked her up from the airport alone. Alexander had offered — the same offer he had made for Catherine, the generosity of a man who understood that arrivals mattered and wanted to contribute to them — and I had said yes this time, come with me. He had driven while I sat in the passenger seat and watched the freeway doing its evening thing, the particular Los Angeles rush hour that moved in its own logic, stopping and releasing in patterns that felt random but probably weren't.We parked in the arrivals structure and waited by the doors.Anna came through at seven forty-three. I saw her before she saw us — the dark coat, the single carry-on, the self-contained quality of her movement through a crowd. She was looking at her phone and then she looked up and found us and her face did the thing it did when something landed — the brief adjustment, the composed receiving."You brought Alexander," she sai
Chapter 92Emily's POVAnna arrived on a Thursday evening in the second week of March.I picked her up from the airport alone. Alexander had offered — the same offer he had made for Catherine, the generosity of a man who understood that arrivals mattered and wanted to contribute to them — and I had said yes this time, come with me. He had driven while I sat in the passenger seat and watched the freeway doing its evening thing, the particular Los Angeles rush hour that moved in its own logic, stopping and releasing in patterns that felt random but probably weren't.We parked in the arrivals structure and waited by the doors.Anna came through at seven forty-three. I saw her before she saw us — the dark coat, the single carry-on, the self-contained quality of her movement through a crowd. She was looking at her phone and then she looked up and found us and her face did the thing it did when something landed — the brief adjustment, the composed receiving."You brought Alexander," she sai
Emily's POVThe weeks between the verdict and March had a particular quality.Not the waiting quality — the forward-moving quality of someone who knew what was coming and was moving toward it without urgency, the comfortable approach of a thing that was already decided and simply needed time to arrive. The Karen sentencing was scheduled for the week after Anna's visit, which felt, as Anna had said, correct. The legal chapter closing after the personal one had begun its next movement.March was six weeks away when the verdict came.It was three weeks away by the time February found its pace again.The financial services firm work was deepening. I had moved past the archaeology phase and into the reconstruction — the careful work of taking what the excavation had found and building the new language from the recovered true thing rather than from invention. The CEO had been in three of the last four sessions, which was not something I had asked for but which was, I had decided, exactly ri
Emily's POVThe confrontation with Marcus was scheduled for two PM at Frost Industries. Alexander had called an emergency board meeting, and I insisted on being there."Are you sure about this?" Alexander asked as we rode the elevator up to the executive floor. "It's going to get ugly.""I'm sure.
Emily's POVI woke up before dawn, my mind already racing with worry. Alexander was still asleep beside me, his arm draped across my waist, his face peaceful in a way it never was when he was awake.I carefully slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen, needing coffee and space to think.We had fo
Emily's POV"Mrs. Frost," Alexander said, his voice cold and formal. "What are you doing here?""Is that any way to greet your mother?" Catherine looked genuinely hurt, though I suspected it was for the cameras. "I flew all the way from France when I heard about your surprise wedding. Imagine my sh
Emily's POVThe garden looked like something out of a fairy tale. White roses and greenery draped over every surface, fairy lights twinkled in the trees even in the afternoon sun, and soft music floated through the air.I could see the guests seated in white chairs arranged in a semicircle around t







