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Chapter 53-WHEN THE DUST REFUSED TO SETTLE.

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Cassian hadn’t moved from the balcony in over an hour. The wind had started picking up, carrying with it the distant noise of the city’s unrest—sirens, honking, and the occasional scream that felt too close for comfort. But all he could hear was Anaïs’s voice from hours ago. The way it broke. The way she didn’t look back.

She had left with Harlan’s file in hand, and he knew the weight of it would either destroy her or set something inside her free. Maybe both. He wasn’t sure which one scared him more.

Inside, the apartment felt too big. He had always preferred the quiet, but tonight, it mocked him. The whiskey bottle he’d left open on the coffee table remained untouched, condensation pooling beneath it like sweat off a dying man’s brow.

And still, the silence wouldn’t leave.

Meanwhile, Anaïs didn’t cry. Not once. The car sped through the city, but she didn’t really see it. Her fingers were clamped so tightly around the folder that her knuckles had turned white. What hurt more than the
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  • Twice His Wife   Chapter 55-THE LINE BETWEEN US.

    The silence in the apartment was loud. Anaïs stood by the window, watching the rain smear against the glass like it was trying to erase everything behind it. Her reflection stared back at her—drawn, tired, and stripped of the anger that had carried her through the last twenty-four hours.Cassian hadn’t come back.Not since she’d stormed out of the boardroom, not since his betrayal unraveled like a rug pulled from beneath her feet. She’d walked back here like a ghost, not fully aware of how her legs still moved.She should’ve yelled. She should’ve burned it all down. But her silence had been louder than anything she could’ve said in that moment.And it was killing her.Behind her, Maris sat curled up on the armchair, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly. She hadn’t said a word either. They were both pretending to be fine in the same room, like silence was a truce they hadn’t signed but desperately needed.“Do you think he’s coming back?” Anaïs asked, voice barely audible.Maris didn’t l

  • Twice His Wife   Chapter 54-THE SILENCE THAT SCREAMED.

    The morning felt like it had been drained of color.Anaïs stood at the kitchen sink, not moving, not blinking. The sunlight crawled over the countertops, too bright for a day that felt so empty. A spoon clinked somewhere behind her—probably Maris—but Anaïs didn’t turn. Her hands were still, but her chest ached from holding in breath she didn’t remember trapping.Last night hadn’t been a fight. It had been a demolition.Cassian hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t thrown anything. He hadn’t even looked angry.But that was the worst part.He’d looked… done.“I don’t think I know what you want anymore,” he had said, quietly, like he was saying it to himself more than her.And she’d stood there, frozen, her voice lodged somewhere between her ribs.She hadn’t followed him upstairs. Not after that. She had sat on the bottom stair for nearly an hour. And when her body refused to move anymore, she’d crawled into the guest bedroom and let the ceiling stare at her until her eyes finally closed.“

  • Twice His Wife   Chapter 53-WHEN THE DUST REFUSED TO SETTLE.

    Cassian hadn’t moved from the balcony in over an hour. The wind had started picking up, carrying with it the distant noise of the city’s unrest—sirens, honking, and the occasional scream that felt too close for comfort. But all he could hear was Anaïs’s voice from hours ago. The way it broke. The way she didn’t look back.She had left with Harlan’s file in hand, and he knew the weight of it would either destroy her or set something inside her free. Maybe both. He wasn’t sure which one scared him more.Inside, the apartment felt too big. He had always preferred the quiet, but tonight, it mocked him. The whiskey bottle he’d left open on the coffee table remained untouched, condensation pooling beneath it like sweat off a dying man’s brow.And still, the silence wouldn’t leave.Meanwhile, Anaïs didn’t cry. Not once. The car sped through the city, but she didn’t really see it. Her fingers were clamped so tightly around the folder that her knuckles had turned white. What hurt more than the

  • Twice His Wife   Chapter 52-THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL BEGAN.

    The wind had picked up again.Outside the old ranger cabin, trees groaned in protest as they swayed against each other. Inside, the air was still, thick with something unspoken — like all three of them were holding their breath without realizing it.Cassian hadn’t slept. He was sitting near the window, one knee propped, elbow resting loosely, gun balanced but ready. Anais was curled in the far corner, arms wrapped around herself. Maris had taken first watch, and even now she only half-rested, one eye always fluttering open at the smallest creak of wood.No one mentioned the voice. No one said it out loud — Did you hear my father calling me? — because it sounded ridiculous. Even if they’d all heard it. Even if it had echoed through the trees like it was right behind them.When dawn came, it didn’t bring any warmth. Just a dull grey light filtering through the broken slats in the roof, and the growing awareness that staying put wasn’t an option.Cassian finally spoke.“We move in ten.”

  • Twice His Wife   Chapter 51-THE SMOKE BETWEEN THEM.

    The silence in the car was thicker than the fog outside.Anais sat in the backseat, her spine stiff, hands clenched in her lap as the Range Rover cut through the cold night. Cassian was driving. Maris had finally drifted into a fragile sleep beside her, her face pale and drawn, her breath shallow. The engine hummed, but there was no music. No conversation. Just tension. Just silence.Cassian hadn’t looked at her once.She didn’t blame him.He’d watched her unravel back at the safehouse, eyes rimmed in fury and disbelief as she’d said those words—“Let me go, Cassian. I’m not yours.”Now she wanted to reach forward, grab his shoulder, and take it all back. But pride was a thing, wasn’t it? Even in the face of fear. Even after everything she’d seen in the ruins—those symbols glowing on the stone, that pulse of something not entirely human beneath their feet—she couldn’t seem to bridge the growing space between them.“Turn left,” Anais said, her voice barely audible.Cassian didn’t respon

  • Twice His Wife   Chapter 50-WHAT’S LEFT STANDING.

    Everything was still ringing.Anais couldn’t hear her breath. Couldn’t hear the others. All she could hear was the sharp, high-pitched whistle cutting through her skull like broken glass.She blinked, trying to focus. Dust was still falling from the ceiling. The lights were flickering again, most of them out. The floor underneath her felt cracked, uneven. The pod the capsule had been plugged into was completely shattered.Cassian lay face down a few feet away, motionless.Dahlia was slumped against the wall, blood on her lip, breathing shallow. Her hand still clutched a knife.And Maris—Maris was kneeling in the center of the room.Motionless.Her eyes were wide, blank. Her chest rose and fell, but the wires that had pulsed across her skin were gone. Faded. Like they were never there. Her hands twitched once, then went still again.Anais pushed herself up. Her whole body screamed against it.The Founder’s voice still echoed in her head.“You’re almost ready.”Almost ready for what?S

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