All Chapters of Chasing His Divorced Wife: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

DAMIEN'S POVShe came back at four.I was on the couch with the book I'd actually read this time and she came in with cold air still on her and sat beside me without taking her coat off immediately."Good?" I said."Sophie confirmed a dress appointment Wednesday.""Before or after asking you.""Before.""Of course."She finally took her coat off."She wants me to ask you something," she said."What.""If you want to come to the appointment."I looked at her."Do you want me there," I said."I asked what Sophie wants.""I'm asking what you want."She was quiet for a moment."I think I want to find it myself first," she said. "And then show you.""Then that's the answer.""Sophie will say the asking mattered more than the answer.""Sophie is right." I went back to my book. "Wednesday what time.""Two. You'll have the meetings in the morning.""I'll be back by one."She settled into the couch beside me."The coffee place," she said."Now?""You said you'd show me."I set the book down.I

DAMIEN'S POVMonday meetings ran long. The nine o'clock became a ten-thirty and the eleven became a one and I was still at the office at two texting Elara that I'd be late getting back.She responded immediately." I'm at the bookshop. Take your time.”I looked at that for a moment.She'd gone back alone.I was done by two-thirty.I texted her from the lobby." Finished. Where are you?" " Still West Tenth. Come." I walked. Fifteen minutes in the Monday city, cold still but with something different in it, the edge of March softening slightly.She was in the back of the shop when I found her. Same fiction section. Different shelf. She had two books in her hand and was reading the back of a third.She looked up when she heard me."How did it go," she said."Long. The third conversation finally happened.""The one he didn't see coming.""Yes.""How did he take it.""Badly at first. Then with more dignity than I expected." I stood beside her. "He's a good man. The role was wrong for wher

DAMIEN'S POVWednesday we had the day. No meetings. No appointments until Thursday. Just New York and however we decided to use it.She was at the kitchen table with coffee and the new book manuscript when I came out at seven-thirty."You're working," I said."Two hours. Then I'm yours.""You don't have to stop for me.""I want to." She didn't look up. "Two hours."I made coffee and read and at nine-forty-five she closed the laptop."Done," she said."Good session?""The woman went inside," she said. "Finally. Chapter three.""How was the air."She looked at me."You remembered," she said."Whether the place held what she expected.""It held something different." She wrapped her hands around her cup. "Not better or worse. Different. Which turns out to be harder to reconcile than disappointment would have been.""Because disappointment has a clear emotional response.""And different people just sit there asking questions.""That's the better book," I said."I know." She stood up. "Wher

DAMIEN'S POVFriday morning we collected the dress.I came with her. She hadn't asked me to and I hadn't announced it. I was simply ready when she was and she looked at me putting my coat on and didn't say anything.In the cab she looked at me sideways."You wanted to come," she said."Yes.""You said the appointment was hers.""The appointment was yours. This is different.""How.""The appointment was for finding it. This is the thing found." I looked out the window. "I wanted to be there for that."She was quiet for a moment."Okay," she said.Iris had it in a garment bag when we arrived. She handed it to Elara without ceremony.Elara handed it to me.I looked at her."Hold it," she said. "I want my hands free to say goodbye properly."She turned to Iris."It's exactly right," she said."I know," Iris said."Thank you.""Come back for the next occasion." Iris looked at me briefly. "Both of you."Outside Elara took the bag back and held it away from her body slightly, the particular

DAMIEN'S POVSaturday morning she was at the desk by seven.I knew because I woke at seven-fifteen and the apartment had the particular quality it had when she was already writing. A directed quiet. The silence of someone present rather than absent.I made coffee and brought her a cup without interrupting and went back to the kitchen with mine.At nine she appeared."Good session," I said. Not a question."Very." She poured more coffee. "The woman went deeper into the house.""What did she find?""A room she'd forgotten existed." She sat at the counter. "Not forgotten. The kind of forgetting you do on purpose.""What's in the room?""I don't know yet." She looked at me. "I'll find out when she does.""You don't plan ahead.""I plan the structure. Not discovery." She drank her coffee. "The discoveries happen in real time or they're not real."I thought about that."Does that frighten you," I said. "Not knowing.""It used to." She held the cup. "Now I trust that what arrives will be rig