All Chapters of CHASING HIS EX-WIFE: My ex-husband wants me-too late: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Moved the conversation back to the practical because that was Lucas, the significant thing said and then the schedule, and she was grateful for it because the schedule was where the day needed to go.At noon she had an unexpected visitor.Not unexpected in the sense that she hadn't known it might happen — she had understood since Antonio's visit to the facility that the conversation between them was not complete, that what he had given her was not the end of something but the beginning of a different something, and that beginning had its own momentum.But she hadn't expected him today.Mara knocked and said Mr. Moretti was in the lobby asking if she was available and Jayda sat with that for a moment, with the specific quality of his name arriving in the middle of a Friday she had been occupying with other things."Send him up," she said.He came in with the careful quality she had seen in him since the gala, since the conversation at Dess's apartment with his coat on and the folder be

They looked at each other across the small table in the ordinary Friday lunch noise and she thought that this was what she had asked for in the office, the thing she had said she wanted instead of the careful distance, and it was more complicated than the careful distance and it was also better than it in the specific way that true things were better than managed ones even when the truth was harder to carry.Marco appeared to clear the plates.He looked at Antonio with the assessing expression he reserved for second visits."You'll come back," he said. Not a question.Antonio looked at Jayda."I expect so," he said.Marco nodded with satisfaction and took the plates and went back to the kitchen and Jayda felt the laugh arrive, the warm genuine one, and she let it come and Antonio saw it and the careful quality of his expression released into something more open."He does that to everyone," she said."Decides whether they're coming back?" he said."Decides whether they're worth coming

"He left and I let him," Jayda said. "Those are different things. I had a choice about what I said that night. About whether to tell him what I'd found out that morning. And I made the choice I made and the timeline was part of why."Dess was quiet."Do you wish you'd told him?" she said.Jayda sat with that.The real version of the question, the one underneath it, the one she had been sitting with since the conversation in the office when she had said the thing she had not said in any of the previous conversations about that night."I wish I'd had the choice with full information," she said. "I wish I'd known the timeline was going to be revised and I'd made the choice from that knowledge. Whether it would have changed what I decided—" she stopped. "I don't know. Maybe. But I would have decided differently rather than deciding from the fixed-timeline version of things."Dess nodded slowly."And now?" she said. "With the revised timeline. What do you want from Antonio?"Jayda looked a

Sat in the quiet office with the October sun coming through the window and felt something that was not quite peace and was not quite satisfaction and was perhaps something more specific than both, the particular quality of someone who knows what they are doing and why they are doing it and has written it down so that the knowing is somewhere external and solid and available on the days when the internal version of it is harder to access.Margaret arrived at noon exactly.Dess opened the door and the specific warm chaos of Margaret's presence expanded into the apartment immediately, the large bag and the good coat and the eyes that went directly to Jayda with the assessing attention that had been going directly to Jayda since before Jayda could remember."You look better," Margaret said."Hello Margaret," Jayda said."Better than last week," Margaret said, crossing to the kitchen with the bag. "Still not good enough but better." She began unpacking with the efficiency of someone who ha

Recovered. Genuinely recovered, the leaves full and green and with the specific quality of a plant that had come back from something and was now more thoroughly itself than before.Below it he had written: Marcus was right. Thought you should know.She looked at the photograph for a moment.Then she typed back: That's genuinely good news about the ficus.A pause.Then: I thought so.She put the phone down and looked at the track through her window where the morning session was finishing, the junior drivers bringing their cars in with the specific rhythm of people who had been doing something they loved and were now returning to the ordinary world of debriefs and data, and she thought about the ficus and what it was and what it wasn't and thought that it was exactly what it appeared to be, which was a man who had learned something by watching something come back from the edge.She didn't read more into it than that.She let it be what it was.The afternoon was operational and satisfyin