All Chapters of He Wants Me More After Divorce: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Karl’s POVThe clock on the bureau said six twenty-nine, which meant it was actually six twenty, because I had given up on it after the last time change.The tie in my hands was a burgundy silk and I was trying to make a Windsor with it in the mirror while my mother’s cat watched from the middle of the unmade bed, unimpressed.Down the hall, Lara’s voice came from the bathroom.“Too dressy?”“Not dressy. Elegant. Also you’re hiding.”“I’m tying a tie.”“Take the tie off, Karl. We’re going to a house dinner with two children and no dog.”“They don’t have a dog.”“Then you’re overdressed for not having a dog. Come out here.”I pulled the tie loose and hung it back on the rack. The man in the mirror had lost three pounds since September. That same man had also started running again at six in the morning like a person with nothing to prove, and I was aware, in a small and manageable way, that this was slightly pathetic.She was on the couch when I came into the living room, one earring in

Lyndsey’s POVEleven-seventeen, and I still had not eaten.There was a piece of toast on a plate beside the couch that I’d taken two bites of and abandoned. An apple, half-peeled, had gone brown on the counter. Mom had sent up a cup of soup at eight. It sat on the coffee table in front of me, a pale skin already forming across the top.I was wearing Harrison’s old cashmere sweater, the gray one I had never returned.It had grown soft at the cuffs from how often I slept in it. The baby monitor on the side table made its small static hiss and then settled, and through it I could hear James’s breathing, slow and even, the way it only got in the last hour before a deep sleep.Therapy had been bad.My therapist, Nora, had asked me, gently, what I thought the photograph meant to me, the one I had taken, and I had not been able to answer her for the last twenty minutes of the session.I had walked out to the car and driven the thirty minutes home and gone directly to this couch, and I had be

Estelle’s POVThe email sat open on my laptop with the subject line Request and I had read it three times.Lyndsey wanted to meet me.Alone.Not at anyone’s house.She had picked a café two blocks from the estate and offered two possible times. She said she would understand if I said no.I closed the laptop. I finished my sandwich standing at the window, looking at the top deck of the parking structure where a crow was dismantling what looked like a paper bag.Seven minutes went by.I opened the laptop again and typed yes, tomorrow at three, and hit send before I could reopen the question.I did not tell Harrison at dinner. Three separate times I almost did. Each time, my hand moved for the serving spoon and then away.Chloe steamrolled the silence with a monologue about the octopus. Lucas contested this on grounds of whale sharks.In the dark, later, his breathing already going slow beside me, I said it.“I’m meeting Lyndsey tomorrow.”A pause. Not a surprised one.“Okay.”“She asked

Estelle’s POVHarrison’s arm draped heavy across my ribs when I opened my eyes. It took a second to remember why I was pinned, and another to stop minding.The curtains were the wrong color for a work day. I lifted my head, checked the clock on his side of the bed—nine-ten—and dropped back against the pillow.“Don’t move,” he mumbled into the back of my neck.“I’m not.”“You were thinking about it.”“I was thinking about coffee.”“Unforgivable.”He kissed the bruise at the top of my collarbone before I felt him look at it, which meant his thumb had already been on it in his sleep.“Sorry,” he murmured.“Don’t.”“It’s darker than I—”“I told you last night not to be careful.” I rolled enough to see his face. His hair was flat on one side, pillow-creased down the left cheek, and there was stubble I hadn’t gotten used to in daylight because he shaved before bed.“Don’t apologize for listening to me, Harrison. It undoes the whole point.”He tilted his mouth at one corner and kissed me ag

Estelle’s POVDr. Halloran’s waiting room held three people and a fish tank with two very tired-looking goldfish. Lucas had brought a book about octopuses and was sitting cross-legged on the blue bench, mouthing the words as he read.“You’re going to be fine,” I told him, for the fourth time in two days.“I know,” he said, without looking up.Harrison was on my other side with his hand on my knee. He was in the navy sweater. He hadn’t opened a magazine since we’d sat down.“Lucas Emerson?” the nurse called.Lucas folded the corner of his page, marked it with his thumb, and stood. Harrison got up at the same second. I stayed sitting a beat longer than I should have before I followed them through the door.Halloran was a tall man in his sixties whose hands had stayed quick. He’d been two years ahead of me in residency and had built the best pediatric neurology practice in the state in the decade since.Frantzve had cleared Lucas back in October and told us the febrile seizure was a one-