All Chapters of Breaking Her at Thanksgiving: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“I knew it was you I saw earlier.” Clarissa’s voice came first.But for some reason, she didn’t turn to face Solene. She just stood there, facing forward, her hand tight around her back like she was holding something together.Solene, on the other hand, just sighed, remembering Linda “co-owned” the place. Because somehow, with everything that had been going on, she’d almost forgotten this other part of her life.And honestly, it’d felt great that way.Peaceful.Still, she slipped her phone into her bag and turned fully to face Clarissa.“Good morning to you.” She said calmly. Clarissa’s eyes snapped to her now, reading her calmness like it disgusted her. But she didn’t show it and she didn’t respond to her greeting either.“Can I help you with anything?” Solene asked.The woman paused for a second, then exhaled slowly. “You can, actually.” She said, “I came to see you.” Solene raised her brow, genuinely surprised. “Well, it must be urgent, or you wouldn’t follow me to a hospital’s

The park was less noisy than Solene expected.A few kids were scattered around—some in the large sandpit at a corner, some on bikes, others climbing over play structures like it was some competition.A group of parents stood off to the side, half watching, half distracted with their own conversations.The moment they got out of the car, Katie ran ahead, and followed right after her, both of them disappearing into a group of kids like they knew them already.Solene just smiled and settled on a bench, careful to keep a safe distance to not disturb the woman dozing at the far end.She watched the kids laugh and run around, playing with whatever toy they could lay their hands on. And at some point, Ari rushed off with a girl her age to the sandpit, pretending they knew what they were creating.Solene just smiled. It seemed like they’d forgotten about ice cream and cotton candy.Her phone buzzed in her purse, and she pulled it out, staring at the message from Mae.“We got a reply, ma’am. M

The silence that night was loud—the kind that pressed against your ear until it felt too wrong.And the weather seemed to agree.The wind blew wildly through the window, tossing the curtains like they were pieces of paper, indicating it was about to rain.Even the room lights seemed dimmer than usual, casting unnecessary shadows on objects and structures in the room like it was trying to mock Solene.And she took it all.She sat at the head of the bed, hugging her knees lightly under her jaw as she stared into nothing.Because apparently, saying what she’d done out loud in that park with kids running around, hadn’t dawned on her after she left the park.It’d waited until the next day, then it hit her. “I’m leaving the city.” Lewis’ voice echoed in her head again.She’d never heard his voice sound so…empty. Neither had she ever imagined she’d be the cause.Maybe it was because of everything. Maybe because she’d repeatedly told herself she wanted nothing to do with him, when deep down

Solene sat at the head of the table, her fingers resting lightly beside the small stack of printed layouts in front of her.The room was in quiet murmurs, each person passing smiles to one another from the news about Paris.And Solene allowed it. Because underneath that quiet composure, she wanted to scream and yell her lungs out with joy.But she knew better. Because now there was even more work to do.She cleared her throat, and the room fell silent.Every eye shifted back to the screen behind her, where the lineup projections for Paris were displayed.“Well, looking at this,” one man began, adjusting his glasses. “We’ll need to tighten the transitions between the second and third segments. The pacing feels off.”Solene shifted, turning towards the screen. Then she nodded.“We’ll adjust the walk intervals,” she replied calmly. “No more than three seconds between exits. I don’t want any gaps on that runway.” A few of them nodded.“And the final piece?” Mae asked, flipping through he

Solène made sure Katie was actually fine—minor injuries, a bandaged arm, a slight bruise at her temple…but she didn’t cry anymore and her voice was steady again.Then she walked past Ronan, out of the building—face straight, arms folded, towards her car.“Let me drive you.” Ronan said, following her behind.She didn’t stop even for a second. “I drove here.”“I know.” He replied evenly, “But I want to explain.”“No need.” Her hand dipped into her pocket for her keys. “I’ve heard enough.”“I’m serious, Solene.”She just ignored him, taking out her keys. But just as she touched the door handle, he held her hand.Firmly.Solène turned, meeting his gaze.There was something dark in them that made her pause.“I insist.” His voice was low—serious, leaving no room for argument.And just like that, she got into the front passenger’s seat, and he shut the door behind her, then circled to the driver’s seat and got in.Minutes after they got on the road, the day darkened quickly, like it was abou