All Chapters of Worth Every Million: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Daniel told me he loved me that morning.He kissed my forehead before I even opened my eyes. Made coffee the way I liked it. Sat across from me at the breakfast table and smiled and said “I love you, Nora” like it cost him nothing.I kissed him back. Told him I loved him too. Went to work with his coffee warm in my stomach and a stupid smile on my face that I couldn’t get rid of.I was so stupid.I came home that evening to find him sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me. Not cooking. Not on his phone. Just sitting there with his hands folded and an expression I had never seen on him before.My smile was gone before I even closed the door.“Sit down,” he said.“Daniel what – ““Please. Sit down.”I sat.And then he talked.And something in me that had been patient and quiet and understanding for seven years just snapped.I don’t remember standing up. I just know one second I was sitting there and the next the chair was scraping back and I was on my feet and shaking so hard I coul

I didn’t sleep.I lay in that bed and stared at the ceiling and went through it again and again and again the way you do when something has happened that your brain refuses to fully accept. Daniel at the table. His hands folded. His calm voice explaining what he had done like it was a business transaction he was briefing me on. Like I was a colleague and not his wife. Not the woman who had given him seven years and a painted hallway and every version of herself she had.Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face.Every time I opened them I remembered where I was and that was somehow worse.I watched the city outside the window go from black to dark blue to that flat grey it turned just before sunrise. I watched it happen and I didn’t move and I didn’t sleep and by the time the light was fully up I had been lying there for hours and I was exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with tiredness.I got up at seven. Showered. Put on the jeans and white shirt I had grabbed without looking

I made it back to my room.That was the most I could say about it. I made it back and I got the door closed behind me and then my legs just stopped working and I ended up sitting on the floor with my back against the door and my knees pulled up to my chest and my face buried in them.A year.He had been doing this for a year. A year of coming home to me. A year of eating my food and sleeping in my bed and kissing my forehead in the morning and saying I love you like it was true. A year of me lying awake at night thinking something was wrong with me. Thinking I wasn’t enough. Thinking if I could just figure out what he needed, what I was missing, what I could do differently, maybe the distance would close.I had been trying to fix myself for a year while he was with someone else.I pressed my face harder into my knees and I cried. Not the quiet kind, not the controlled kind, not the kind where you keep it together enough that you could pretend later it hadn’t happened. The real kind. T

I woke up thinking about his arm against mine and I was not happy about it. It was barely six in the morning and the first thing my brain decided to do was replay the feeling of Damien’s arm resting against mine for the rest of that dinner and I lay there staring at the ceiling feeling genuinely annoyed with myself. Three days. It had been three days since my husband handed me over and here I was lying in a borrowed bed thinking about a man I had not known existed a week ago. I got up because lying there was making it worse. I found the coffee on the third shelf of the third cupboard in the kitchen after checking every other cupboard first. I was standing at the machine waiting for it to finish when I heard footsteps in the hallway and turned around to find Damien standing in the doorway in a grey t-shirt and dark trousers with no jacket and no tie and nothing of the armour he wore every other time I had seen him. I had not been prepared for that. Every version of him I had seen