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BiancaJulian says my name, soft and low, trying to calm me. But it is no use. I am past the point of being calm. Everything I have been holding inside comes pouring out. All the ugly, broken thoughts I tried to keep buried rise up, and I cannot stop them.“Do you not understand? I was the one who was wrong. I was holding on to something that was already broken. Everyone else could see it, but I was blind. He was with her, Julian. He was sharing her bed while I was right there, still believing we could save our marriage.” A hard, ugly sound escapes my throat, and my voice breaks. “I kept telling myself we would be okay, that he loved me enough to work it out. But I was just fooling myself, was I not?”Julian’s face shows an emotion I cannot name. Maybe he wants to disagree, or maybe he just pities me. His voice is low and gravelly. “You were not fooling yourself, Bianca. You believed in him. That is not a crime.”“Is it not?” My hands are trembling in my lap. Every word feels like it

BiancaI do not correct him. I just smile back at the woman, letting her believe whatever she wants about my quiet. Her whole face shines with a real and happy warmth before she turns to Javier and lifts an eyebrow at him."Cruz has a girlfriend?" she asks. "When did this happen?""Not long ago," Javier answers. His eyes stay on me, like he is more interested in watching what I do than in talking to her.I give the woman a polite smile and then walk to a table nearby. I put my laptop down and sit, close enough to still hear them talk. As the computer starts up, I hear her voice call to me."Would you like some chilaquiles for breakfast, Bianca?" she asks. "I just made them. Javier did not tell me we had a guest. Thank God Cruz did not eat his portion. He was in a rush when he came down. You can have his. I will make you fat and healthy."I stare for a second, surprised. "Oh, okay," I say, forcing a wider smile. I cannot tell if I am horrified or if I find it funny. "And… who is Paula?

I blink, feeling the full force of what Maya has just said. “What are you talking about? Why would I have to move out?”She does not look up from gathering her papers, her movements quick and efficient. “It is for your own good,” she states. “If we are following Brandon’s game, we need to be perfect, in every way. Living with another man while your divorce is happening? It looks bad, Bianca. It looks bad to a judge. It looks bad in a courtroom. It looks bad to anyone watching.”I fall back into my chair, letting out a breath I feel I have been holding all day. “One hour ago, I believed we were going to have a polite discussion. Now we are here, planning a war.”Maya looks at me, and I see a touch of pity in her expression. “Polite?” She shakes her head. “Bianca, this is divorce. Being polite is a thing of the past.”A harsh, bitter sound comes from my lips, more raw than I intended. It is the first real feeling I have let myself have all day. “I will… consider it, I suppose.”“Conside

Her eyes lock with mine, and the force of what I see there speeds up my heart. “I believed…” she begins. “I believed we could just have this. But you are correct. This is different.”“Different?”“Yes, different. But I am frightened.”“Frightened of what?” My thumb strokes the curve of her cheek. “Of caring too deeply? Of being broken?”“Of all of it. My life has not been kind.”I nod, letting her words settle into me. I can see the hurt hiding just behind her eyes, a darkness that could eat her alive if she gives it the chance. “Bianca, I understand. But you are by yourself no longer. I am here. And I am staying. We can move as slowly as you need, and work through this side by side.”“You truly mean that?”“With everything I am,” I vow, and I have never meant anything more. “But I need you to believe in me.”Her breathing catches, and the air between us grows thick and serious. “All right,” she whispers. “I will try.”“That is enough.” I bend close, letting my lips rest softly agains

JulianEven before I stepped into the Evans building, I knew ending our deal would not be simple. I had worked out every possible argument in my mind. I knew what I would say when they pushed me to stay. I knew exactly what I would say when they brought up Bianca, because I was certain they would.She is in my home. Every change in her these past few weeks started when she met me. So I knew Brandon would not let me walk out of this room without saying it, at least once: that I took his wife, and now I am twisting the knife by ending our business.What I did not see coming was Adeline, asking me nicely to stay.When you are braced for a fight, a quiet voice can throw you completely.“I am sorry, what did you say?” I ask.Adeline smooths her skirt. “I did my best to raise a proper son. But children do not always become what you hope. They ignore you. They marry people who are not good enough. They try to fill a family line with… unsuitable blood.” She turns her head just enough to star