All Chapters of The wife I forgot to love: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Damian did not call ahead.He never called ahead for his mother. That was not how it worked between them. He showed up and she opened the door and put the kettle on and that was the whole arrangement. It had been that way since he was old enough to drive himself.He parked outside at half past four on a Thursday and sat in the car for a moment before going in. The street was quiet. Her window boxes were doing well. She had planted something new in them since his last visit, something with small white flowers he did not know the name of. She would tell him if he asked. She knew the name of everything she grew.He got out and rang the bell.She opened the door and looked at him the way she always looked at him, which was like she was checking something she already knew the answer to. She said you look tired. He said I am fine. She said I did not ask if you were fine. She stepped back and let him in.The house smelled the same as it had always smelled. Something she baked earlier in the

Chapter One Hundred and Four That Look Helena came out of the grocery store at half past three on a Saturday. She had gone in for three things and come out with seven the way she always did. Bread. Coffee. The rosemary she had run out of. And then somehow also pasta and olive oil and two things she had not planned on and a bar of chocolate she did not need and was going to eat anyway. She shifted the bag to her other hand and turned left onto Ellison Street. That was when she saw them. They were across the street outside the coffee shop. Cassidy and Marcus. Not doing anything remarkable. Just standing on the pavement the way people stood on pavements when they had nowhere particular to be and were not in a hurry to be there. Cassidy was talking. Marcus was listening. Helena stopped walking. She stood on the pavement with her grocery bag and looked at her sister across the street and at first she did not understand what she was seeing because it was so ordinary. Two people standi

The premiere was on a Tuesday evening.Helena wore something she had chosen herself without asking anyone. A deep blue dress she had bought three months ago and kept in the back of the wardrobe because she could not decide what it was for. She had taken it out that morning and looked at it and decided it was for this.Sione was already in the lobby when she arrived.He had his small camera. Not the tripod setup from the documentary sessions. Just the small one he carried when he wanted to be unobtrusive. She looked at it and he looked at her and she said you are filming tonight. He said yes. She said are you filming the premiere. He said no. She said what are you filming. He said you.She looked at him for a moment.She said okay. She said just do not make me aware of it. He said that is the idea. She said good. She turned toward the doors.She sat in the third row. Thomas was to her left. Jordan was three rows back and had already cried twice in the lobby which she had done quietly a

Victor Ames called David at eight in the morning on a Wednesday.He said there was one more thing. David said tell me. Victor said after his formal cooperation he had continued reviewing his own records because that was how he had operated for nineteen years and old habits did not change overnight just because you had decided to change direction. He said he had found a call log from three weeks prior that he had initially missed. He said Camila had called the documentary distributor directly. He said it was a short call. He said she had used a name that was not her own.David said what was the purpose of the call.Victor said she was attempting to create doubt about the documentary subject. He said she had presented herself to the distributor acquisitions team as someone with industry knowledge and concern. He said she had suggested there were questions about the primary subject stability and reliability that the distributor ought to consider before finalising any agreements. He said

Cassidy made dinner on a Sunday.Not because it was an occasion. Because Marcus had been in her apartment since eleven that morning and they had spent the day doing the ordinary things you did when someone's presence in your space had stopped being remarkable and started being simply what your space felt like. He had been reading at the kitchen table while she worked on her laptop at the other end. She had made coffee twice without asking if he wanted any and both times he had taken the cup without looking up from the page and said thank you and kept reading. He had fixed the light fitting in the hallway that had been loose for three weeks because she had mentioned it once in passing and he had noticed she mentioned it and had gone and fixed it without making anything of the fixing.She had noticed that he noticed things.That was the part she had not been prepared for. She had been prepared for someone who was present. She had been prepared for someone who listened. Marcus had been l