All Chapters of My Ex Husband Who Despised Me Before, Now Wants Me Back.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

By Monday, the whole country knew.AUREVIA’S SARAH MOORE AND GIDEON HALE: THE POWER COUPLE IS OFFICIAL.Someone had taken a photograph from the hospital car park. It showed a tall man and a woman in a green coat, standing close together on a rooftop at sunset, in the middle of a kiss. It was blurred and golden. It looked like a film poster.Sarah did not read the articles. She did not need to. Her phone buzzed all morning with congratulations, and she answered them all in the same warm, clear, perfect voice. She laughed at the right places. She smiled at the cameras. Gideon held her hand through every interview, and he looked, for the first time in a year, entirely at peace.“We are partners in all things,” he told a reporter, with a grin. “It took us long enough.”She was happy. She told herself so every morning, in the bathroom mirror, as she brushed her hair.On the fourth day, a nurse at the valley hospital found a bed empty and a note on the pillow.Thank you for everything. I am

Mrs. Greene’s bakery stood at the bottom of Dyer Street, a narrow old building with a blue door and a crooked sign. It smelled of yeast and butter and warm stone. At three in the morning, when the rest of the city was asleep, a single yellow window glowed in its wall like a lit candle.“That is not bread,” said Mrs. Greene, looking at the loaf on the table. “That is a brick.”She was a small, round, floury woman of sixty, with Big Joe’s heavy brows and none of his patience. She had given Frederick an apron on the first day, and a long wooden paddle, and an order to stand where she put him. She had asked him no questions at all.“I followed the recipe,” said Frederick.“You followed the words. Bread is not words.” She slapped a lump of dough on the board in front of him. “Put your hands in it. No, not like that. You are not strangling it. You are talking to it.”He put his hands in. His ribs ached. His healing palms stung against the flour. But under his fingers, the dough was warm and

“To the future,” said Gideon, and lifted his glass.It was Friday night, and the restaurant at the top of the Meridian Tower glittered with candles. They sat at a corner table by the window, with the whole city spread out below like a field of fallen stars. Sarah wore a black dress and her mother’s pearls. Gideon wore a smile he had not worn in years.Across the table sat a slim woman in a gray suit, with short dark hair and a quiet, intelligent face. She lifted her own glass with a little smile.“To the future,” said Elaine Park.Sarah drank. She watched Elaine over the rim.The woman was perfectly calm. She spoke easily about quarterly numbers and the Summit. She laughed at Gideon’s jokes. She had worked for Aurevia for eight months, and in that time she had never once been late, or wrong, or rude. Sarah could not find a flaw. That was the trouble.If you wanted to hide a spy, she thought, you would hire exactly this.All week she had been testing her. She had left a false report on