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CHAPTER 149

NATHANIELGrace is still in her pajamas, and the sight of her alone nearly brings me to my knees.Her tiny pink shirt is twisted from sleep, one shoulder slipping free beneath the mess of dark curls flattened on one side of her head and springing wildly on the other.Betty guides her carefully down each step.Her eyes are swollen with sleep, her lashes clumped together, her cheeks pink and warm from the bed she has clearly been pulled from too soon.The confusion etched across her little face is so pure, so innocent, that something inside my chest tightens with such brutal force I have to part my lips and force air into lungs that suddenly refuse to work.She rubs at one eye with the back of her hand and blinks blearily into the morning light spilling through the windows, looking around the foyer as though trying to understand why everyone is awake, and why the house feels wrong.Finally, she sees me. Then Harriette. And I watch her little brows pull together, the confusion deepening.

CHAPTER 150

BETTYAs the estate gates begin to disappear behind me, my chest finally caves in, and my fingers tighten around the steering wheel until my knuckles ache beneath the strain.I try to keep my eyes forward, force them there, but every few seconds they betray me, drifting upward toward the rearview mirror where I can still see it. Everything we are leaving behind.The black iron gates. The winding driveway. The endless stretch of green, and the roof of the only home Grace has ever known.A sharp breath catches in my throat, but I swallow it down. Hard. Because we are not just leaving the walls and rooms behind.I am leaving Harriette’s voice calling for breakfast in the garden. Grace’s laughter bouncing through those endless halls. Movie nights in the guest house. And I had somehow started building without realizing it.I blink hard and drag my eyes back to the road before the tears threatening behind them spill over.This isn’t how I thought the morning would go.I left the guest house

CHAPTER 151

BETTYThe rest of the way, I go over the plan in my head one more time, repeating each step until it feels real, solid, possible.Accept Rhys’s help. But only until we find our own place. Take on more work to keep Grace in that worldly expensive school because she needs at least one part of her life to be stable.Build a new life. Find peace, and lastly, find a new way to be happy.My fingers loosen slightly around the steering wheel as I repeat it in my mind, until I pull up outside the building with Rhys’s club and convince myself I can do this.The building rises in front of me, sleek and dark against the brightening morning sky, the large sign still dim now that the club has closed for the night.The street is quiet, but is that kind of quiet that comes after chaos, when the city is catching its breath before starting all over again.Rhys is already outside waiting for us, and the mere sight of him makes something in my chest ease.He stands near the curb with his hands entwined b

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CHAPTER 152

BETTYIt’s been three whole months since I walked out of Blackwell estate with Grace’s hand in mine and suitcases that felt heavier than they had any right to be.If someone had told me back then that I would be standing here now, breathing easier, thinking clearer, living without that constant weight pressing down on my chest, I would have laughed in their face because nothing about that day felt like the beginning of something good.And yet… here I am.Living in Rhys’s building with Grace has been amazing, in a way that almost feels dangerous to admit out loud.Like if I say it too confidently, the universe might hear me and decide to correct it.Grace struggled more than I allowed myself to fully acknowledge in those first few days because if I had sat with it for too long, I might have broken under the weight of what I had done.There were tears that came out of nowhere, small at first and then louder when she realized they were not going to magically stop the change.Then there w

CHAPTER 153

BETTYOutside of that, Lucy is back from London, exactly as loud and vibrant as she was before she left, slipping back into my life as if no time had passed at all.She is still with George, still as annoyingly perfect as ever, and the four of us have fallen into a rhythm of double dates, late dinners, and conversations that stretch longer than they should.And sometimes, when I sit back and watch it all unfold, Grace, laughing at something completely ridiculous, Lucy rolling her eyes dramatically, George trying to keep up, and Rhys looking at me like I am something worth holding onto, I catch myself thinking the same thing over and over again.This feels like a dream. The kind you do not want to wake up from.But I push that thought away every time it surfaces, refusing to let old fears dictate what I have now, refusing to let shadows from the past creep into something that has taken so much effort to build.I deserve this. We deserve this. And for the most part… I have allowed mysel

CHAPTER 154

NATHANIELThree months have passed, and somewhere along the way, I have become a man I would not have allowed in my mere presence.There was a time when everything about me was deliberate. Controlled. Measured down to the smallest detail because anything less felt like weakness. Something I had no tolerance for, not in business, not in life, not in myself.Now, I stand in front of the mirror some mornings, and I can barely hold my own gaze long enough to register what the fuck I am looking at. Because there is nothing there.The beard came first. One missed shaving day turned into several, then into something thick enough to hide behind, erasing the sharp lines I once kept so carefully defined.My hair followed the same path, growing long enough that it falls into my face if I leave it loose, forcing me to tie it back in a careless knot that I do not bother adjusting even when it sits unevenly at the base of my neck.As for my perfectly tailored suits, I cannot remember the last time

CHAPTER 155

BETTYI have been sitting outside the Blackwell estate gates for almost five whole minutes now, questioning every decision that has led me here.The engine is still running beneath me, vibrating softly through the steering wheel while I stare at the massive iron gates ahead like they might reject me the second I attempt to go in.Three months ago, I left this place swearing I would never come back unless Grace forced me to, and even then, I had imagined drop-offs at the gate, quick exchanges, as little contact with this family as humanly possible.Yet here I am alone, voluntarily about to walk straight back into the lion’s den because Rhys decided disappearing off the face of the earth was apparently a reasonable lifestyle choice.My grip tightens around the steering wheel.“What if they don’t let me in?” The thought arrives suddenly.What if Eleanor opens the door and throws me right back out? Or Nathaniel tells me to get the hell off his property? What if Harriette decides I lost al

CHAPTER 156

NATHANIEL“Fuck… fuck… fuck…”The word loops violently in my brain while my body temporarily forgets basic human functions. Like breathing.What the hell is she doing here? Scratch that…I mean, why is she here now? Today. Like this.Of all the days for Betty Cooper to walk back into my life, it had to be the exact day when I look like this.Perfect. Absolutely perfect.She is staring directly at me now, her body still halfway inside the doorway, her hand wrapped around the knob behind her like she might bolt at any second.For one insane moment, I think maybe there’s still time to recover this situation if I remain completely still.Maybe if I don’t move, don’t blink, don’t breathe too aggressively, she’ll assume I’m one of Harriette’s weird sculptures and continue about her business.Shit. I should have stayed upstairs.I should have stayed locked in my chambers, where I belong, instead of wandering around the foyer looking for alcohol like a Victorian ghost.But then another thought

CHAPTER 157

NATHANIELShit! Even my voice sounds terrible. Rough. Unused. Like I have swallowed gravel. Which, honestly, makes sense, considering I barely speak anymore unless absolutely necessary.She takes a slow step toward me, still staring like she’s trying to process whether I’m actually real, and I instinctively take one back.The movement surprises me because suddenly I am painfully aware of everything.The alcohol probably lingering on my breath. The exhaustion beneath my eyes, and the fact that she has seen me at my absolute lowest, without warning.And then… thinking this cannot get any worse, her lips twitch.At first, it’s subtle.Just a tiny movement near the corner of her mouth, but then it grows wider and wider until a laugh suddenly bursts out of her before she slaps a hand over her mouth, too late to stop it.I stare at her in complete betrayal. Is she laughing at me?I don’t think Betty has ever laughed at me before.Argued with me? Yes. Threatened me? Absolutely. Looked at me

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