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Chapter Ninety-Two: Senior Operations Lead
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The car ride back was quiet in the way only sisters could make it—full, not empty. The kind of silence that breathed. Tracy drove with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping absently against her thigh. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat, dress bag folded in the back like a ghost neither of them wanted to acknowledge. Streetlights slid past the windshield in soft blurs. “So,” Tracy said finally. “What do you want to do?” Evelyn stared straight ahead. “I don’t know.” “That’s not an answer,” Tracy said gently. “But it’s okay if it’s the only one you’ve got.” Evelyn’s hands were folded in her lap, fingers twisting against each other, skin rubbing skin like she could wear herself down to something simpler. “I feel like everything I touch turns into a lie,” she said. Tracy’s jaw tightened. She didn’t argue. Didn’t soothe it away. “You don’t have to decide anything tonight,” Tracy said. “But you can’t keep pretending everything’s fine either. You’ll break.” Evelyn let out a breath t
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“What?” The word wasn’t loud. It wasn’t sharp. It was stunned. Bare. Like Tracy hadn’t prepared her face for it at all. Evelyn didn’t repeat herself. Couldn’t. The sentence had taken something out of her, like a rib slipping loose. “I don’t think I can continue with this wedding,” she said again anyway, quieter now, like maybe volume could soften impact. Tracy took a step back. Then another. She sank onto the velvet couch as if her knees had… given up. “You’re serious,” she said. Evelyn nodded. Once. Small. Controlled. Tracy ran a hand through her hair. Let out a breath that sounded like she’d been holding it longer than Evelyn realized. “Okay,” Tracy said slowly. “Okay. Then we need to talk. Like—really talk. Not vague-feelings talk. Not ‘I’m overwhelmed’ talk.” Evelyn swallowed. “What happened?” Tracy asked. The mirror caught everything. The way Evelyn’s shoulders lifted. The way her fingers twisted the lace at her hip until it wrinkled. “Evie,” Tracy said, firmer now.
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The boutique smelled like silk and perfume and something faintly sweet—vanilla, maybe. Or nostalgia. The kind that clung to the walls of places built for beginnings.Evelyn stood on a small circular platform, barefoot, the hem of the gown pooled around her like a quiet secret. Layers of ivory tulle. Lace that caught the light when she breathed. The dress fit her perfectly. Too perfectly. As if it had been waiting for her longer than she had been waiting for it.The seamstress knelt, murmuring to herself, pins flashing between her fingers. Someone adjusted the bodice at her back, tugged gently, then again.“Perfect,” the woman said softly. “Absolutely perfect.”Evelyn nodded.She’d been nodding all morning.Her reflection stared back at her from the three-way mirror—front, side, back—multiplying her into versions of herself she barely recognized. A bride. A promise. A future already written in chalk.Her chest tightened.“Evie?”Tracy’s voice came from the velvet couch behind her, warm
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The Billionaire's Secret Bride Chapter Ninety-Two: Senior Operations Lead
Monday arrived without asking permission.It didn’t knock. It didn’t wait. It simply was—sliding in on pale morning light and the quiet, aching knowledge that life was moving again.Aria stood in the doorway of Mia’s flat, coffee cooling in her hand, watching the triplets pull on their little jackets. Allen had his own backwards. Evan was sitting on the floor, deeply offended by the existence of shoes. Lila was humming to herself, blissfully unbothered.“Okay,” Mia said, clapping her hands softly. “Team Hayes. Formation.”Aria smiled, but it felt tight around the edges.“You ready?” Mia asked, lowering her voice.Aria nodded. Once. “I think so.”She wasn’t. Not really. But readiness had never been something motherhood waited for.The drive to the daycare was quieter than she expected. The city outside the window looked different on a Monday morning—purposeful, sharp, awake. People walking fast, lives already in motion.Allen’s small hand slipped into hers at a red light.“You’re quiet
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Aria woke up already tired.Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes, but the kind that lives behind the ribs. The kind that hums quietly even when the house is still.London mornings were different. Softer somehow. The light crept in sideways, pale and polite, slipping through the curtains like it didn’t want to intrude. The triplets were still asleep—miracle of miracles—and Aria lay there for a few seconds longer, staring at the ceiling, letting the unfamiliar quiet settle.Monday.Not today. But close enough to feel it breathing down her neck.She slipped out of bed carefully, pulling on a sweater, padding into the kitchen. The kettle went on. She leaned against the counter while it heated, forehead resting briefly on the cabinet.You’re doing the right thing, she told herself.She’d been saying that a lot lately.Mia shuffled in, hair a mess, wearing one of Aria’s old hoodies like it had always belonged to her.“You’re up early,” Mia said, yawning.“Couldn’t sleep.”“Of course you c
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