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Chapter 55— THE BREAKING POINT
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WHICH MAN STAYS? Chapter 59— THE WILDCARD
JAMES POVThe text from Maya was a lifeline. After the silent car ride from hell, after watching her walk back into that museum of a house looking shattered, I’d assumed that was it. Door closed. History. The sight of Liam Thorne looming over our table, a storm of possessive agony, had painted a clear, ugly picture I thought I understood.But then: Can we do a do-over of the dinner again?I stared at the words for a full minute, a hopeful warmth cutting through my own frustration. She wanted a redo. She wanted to erase the poisoned night. She was choosing me. It felt like a victory.Then, the miracle. The next morning, an email confirmation from The Grove. For Saturday at eight. Chef’s counter. I laughed aloud in my quiet apartment. I’d been on the waitlist for months. It had to be a sign. Fate, or karma, or just dumb, beautiful luck was aligning. I wrote back to her immediately, the excitement in my words genuine. You read my mind. The Grove, Saturday at 8. A real do-over. No spectat
WHICH MAN STAYS? Chapter 58— THE GARDENER
CLARA'S POV The first pale light of dawn is an analyst’s light. It reveals without warmth, stripping the night’s shadows bare. I stand at my study window, watching the city’s slow, gray awakening. The memory of the kiss in the foyer is already a filed datum. Liam’s anguish, the stiff surrender of his body against mine, was the predicted outcome. It satisfies me the way a correct proof satisfies—a confirmation of my own logic.My phone pulses once on the desk, a soft, precise beat. I pick it up and access the secured log. There it is. An outgoing SMS from Maya Valdez’s device, timestamped 23:52.Can we do a do-over of the dinner again?My lips curve. It is not a smile of warmth, but of recognition. This is the pivot. The subject is adapting to the stimulus, moving precisely within the established parameters. The pain, the isolation, the witnessed reclamation—they have not caused her to crumble or to cling futilely. They have caused her to reach, with clear intent, for the designated a
WHICH MAN STAYS? Chapter 57— THE WITNESS
MAYA'S POV The silence in the west wing was a roar in my ears. Leo slept, a small, peaceful mound under his dinosaur comforter, his breathing deep and even. Clara’s lie—her threat—had been just that. He was fine. He was always fine. She’d just needed the right lever to pry me away from the restaurant, from James, from the faint, fleeting echo of a normal life.The emerald blouse felt like a lie against my skin. I peeled it off, letting it pool on the floor like a shed serpent skin, and pulled on a soft, worn sweatshirt. The familiarity of the cotton was a small comfort. But I was cold, a deep chill that had settled in my bones the moment Liam had said Leo’s name in that desperate, broken voice.I’d left Leo’s favorite stuffed rabbit, Mr. Hops, in the downstairs sitting room earlier. He’d ask for it in the morning. It was a flimsy excuse, but it was enough. I couldn’t stay in this room with just my thoughts for company. I needed to move. To prove to myself I could still walk through t
WHICH MAN STAYS? Chapter 56— The Instrument
LIAM'S POVThe silence in the car was a physical thing, a dense fog of guilt and unsaid devastation. Maya sat perfectly still in the passenger seat, a statue carved from regret and fear. The emerald silk of her blouse, which had seemed to capture the restaurant’s candlelight, now looked garish under the sterile glow of the streetlamps, a costume for a play that had ended in tragedy. I’d won. I’d gotten her to leave with me. The victory was a rock in my gut.The only sound was the smooth purr of the engine. I couldn’t look at her. I watched the familiar streets slide by, each turn toward the Finch mansion feeling like a retreat into a fortified enemy camp.“You used my son.”Her voice was so quiet I almost didn’t hear it over the hum of the tires. It wasn’t an accusation shouted in anger; it was a statement of fact, dull and heavy with disappointment. It hurt more than a scream.“I used the only truth she lets us have,” I said, the words scraping my throat raw. “He’s your weak spot. Sh
WHICH MAN STAYS? Chapter 55— THE BREAKING POINT
MAYA'S POV The weight of Liam’s gaze was a physical touch, a hand clenched around my throat. I stared at my seared scallop, unable to lift my fork. James’s easy chatter about sustainable urban design had become a distant hum, drowned out by the roaring silence from the small table for one, three yards to my left.“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” James’s voice, gentle but edged with amusement, cut through.I flinched. “I’m sorry. It’s just… a lot.”“The menu or the company?” he asked, his smile fading as he followed the fractured line of my attention. He turned in his chair, his eyes landing on Liam. I saw the moment of simple recognition, then the slower, deeper click of understanding.He turned back to me, his face carefully neutral. “Liam Thorne.”It wasn’t a question. The way he said the name—a flat statement, devoid of the warmth he’d used all evening—told me everything. He remembered. The high school halls, the unspoken divisions. The golden boy and the rest
WHICH MAN STAYS? Chapter 54— THE SPECTATOR
LIAM'S POV The house feels like a held breath. I move through the cool, silent halls of the Finch mansion, every sense stretched taut. Clara’s silence is a weapon, and she wields it with a surgeon’s precision. I’ve spent the day waiting for the other shoe to drop—a confrontation, an icy lecture, a legal threat. Nothing comes. It’s worse.I find myself in the kitchen, seeking the simple, grounding smell of coffee. Marta is there, polishing silverware at the large farmhouse sink, humming softly.“Evening, Mr. Thorne,” she says, not looking up from a stubborn spot on a fork.“Marta.” I lean against the island, the granite cold through my shirt. “Quiet tonight.”“Oh, it’ll be quieter still,” she replies amiably. “Miss Maya’s gone out for the evening. Very nice of Mrs. Finch to arrange it. That’s real generosity.”The words land like a physical blow to my sternum. I force my breathing to stay even. “Arrange it?”“Mmm-hmm.” Marta holds the fork up to the light, satisfied. “A reservation at
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