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LOU"I got a promotion."Those words relentlessly taunted my memories, even as I sat beside the airplane window, watching the clouds pass in what seemed like an endless field of white.My mind replayed that moment in Mark’s office over and over again. The way he smiled at me was an honest and unguarded smile. The way his eyes glistened with happiness, before worry.A knot tightened painfully in my chest, recalling how brutally I had chosen to lie.A promotion? Is that what I would call this, being in a plane with my ex and flying to another city to what? Be his plaything?Mark didn't deserve the lies I told. I should have told the truth and made him understand that Jaxon will never come between our families.I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead against the cool window.*I'm sorry.*The apology echoed inside my head, but there was no use for it, as long as I wasn't saying it to Mark. And the realization hurt more than I cared to admit.Deep in the pool of guilt and regret, everything

LOUEven in my sleep, I felt rough yet gentle hands graze the side of my cheek. The touch was so light that I almost thought it was the wind.Except the wind didn't have a particularly rich musky scent that was just too intoxicating to ignore. The wind isn't the man I have resented for the past five years.My eyes snapped open to see Jaxon hovering above me, his fingers resting on my cheek. He quickly retracted his hand when he realized I had caught him.“Why are you here?” I frowned, glaring at him as he slowly retracted from the bed, straightening and dipping his hands into his pockets.“The designers are here, I thought I told you to get ready for them?” He replied instead, and I glanced at the clock. It was almost 6pm. I had gotten into this room when it was still early, minutes before 2pm. If my supposed appointment with his designers was scheduled for the following hour, why did he come now?Four hours later, he didn't even bother to wake me up.I let out a scoff, “You could hav

LOUThe silence in my room grew from being comfortable to unbearable in the space of a few hours.I had memorized the design patterns of the room out of boredom, and strolled from the window to my bed countless times.Anything to stop thinking and replaying what happened last night?I stood by the window, staring out at the bustling city of Miami, my fully charged phone in my hand. I had spent almost three hours talking to Mark and Riley, and being a Sunday, it was pretty convenient. But even the boys had things to attend to, Mark needed to get back to his reports, and Riley had a playdate and assignment to tackle.I had to hang up and not give a reason for the delay. They know it is not in my nature to skip times for appointed tasks.Being put together was one of the best hacks I used in surviving raising a toddler and caring for my sick grandmother.Mark had been the one paying her visits since I left. “She's improving.” He had said in the most cheerful voice that I couldn't help b