Chapter 231

Zoey's POV "You're staring," Drew said, nudging me with his elbow while the photographer fussed with her lens cap."I'm allowed to stare. I'm emotionally invested.""You're emotionally invested in everything.""That's not a flaw, Drew, that's a personality trait." I watched Eliora across the garden, adjusting Noah's collar for the third time even though it had looked fine the first time, and felt my chest do the thing it always did when I looked at her.I'd known her since we were nineteen, both of us crammed onto a dorm room floor eating instant noodles at two in the morning because neither of us could sleep and neither of us wanted to admit why. She'd been quieter then. Careful in a way that used to worry me, like she was always doing math in her head about how much of herself was safe to show people.She wasn't doing that math anymore. I could see it from here."Remember when she used to apologize for taking up space?" I said."I wasn't there for that version of her.""I know. I'm

Chapter 232

Eliora's POV "Whose grave is this?" Noah asked, looking up at the headstone with the particular seriousness he brought to questions he actually wanted answered properly."This is your grandfather," I said. "My dad."Ezra had gone quiet beside me, his hand finding mine the way it did when he sensed something mattered before he fully understood why. He'd asked me weeks ago why he'd never met him, and I'd told him the truth, that his grandfather had died before either of the boys existed, that there hadn't been time, that some people you loved you only got to know through stories instead of memories."What was he like?" Noah asked.I crouched down between them, looking at the headstone. His name carved into it along with the dates that had always felt too close together. David Monroe. No mention of everything he'd built, everything that had been taken from him, everything that had eventually, years later, found its way back."He was careful," I said. "Thoughtful. He used to write ev

Chapter 233

Eliora's POV "You're going to be at the signing tomorrow, right?" my publicist asked, half her attention on her phone, half on me, while I gathered my bag and tried to remember if I'd eaten lunch."I'll be there," I said, checking my watch and feeling a small jolt of panic at the time. "I need to go. It's late.""His Wife On Paper just hit number one again," she called after me, grinning. "Third week running.""I know," I said, already halfway out the door. "I know, it's incredible, I have to go."I'd barely had time to process any of it, the book deal that had come together almost by accident two years ago, a quiet evening of writing down everything that had happened to me, never imagining anyone would actually want to read it, let alone that it would become the thing currently dominating every bestseller list I checked. The title felt obvious the moment I typed it. “His Wife On Paper.” Because that's exactly what I'd been, once. On paper. Nothing more.I drove home with the radio o

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