Semua Bab Divorced After One Night: The Plus-Size Ex-Wife’s Revenge: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The weeks folded into each other quietly after that, the way ordinary life does once the big, dramatic things finally settle.Rowan grew quickly, so quickly that some mornings, it felt like he had changed overnight. Around four months old, he learned to sit on his own. At first, he would wobble and fall to the side with a surprised look, but after a few tries, he finally learned to balance himself.By six months, he was babbling all the time, making little sounds that didn’t really mean anything, yet somehow seemed to mean everything. Daxton always answered him seriously, as if they were having a real conversation. It never failed to make me laugh.My business grew too, slower but steady, four regular clients turning into seven, then nine, enough that I finally stopped doing the anxious math every week and started, instead, actually saving a little each month for the first time since I'd left New York.Peggy and I never fully repaired things, though we'd nodded to each other once, mo

The tea had gone cold in front of her before Cordelia even noticed, her attention fully elsewhere, caught on something the woman across from her had said almost in passing.They were at the estate, in the smaller sitting room Cordelia preferred for less formal visits, and her guest, an old acquaintance named Miriam who'd once served on a charity board with her, had been chattering pleasantly about nothing in particular for the better part of an hour.".....and of course you remember the Grayson girl," Miriam was saying, moving on to some other piece of old gossip entirely, "the older one, not the one who married your Jason. I heard the strangest thing about her from my niece, who apparently ran into someone who used to work at some little diner out west, of all places. Said there was a young pregnant woman working there who looked exactly like her, using some other name."Cordelia set her cup down slowly, carefully, giving nothing away in the movement itself."When was this," she aske

The fertility clinic was tucked into the upper floors of a building on the east side, the kind of place with soft lighting and quiet, unhurried receptionists trained specifically to make anxious women feel less anxious, and Sloane had been coming here every few weeks for almost a year now, long enough that the routine had stopped feeling clinical and started feeling like something closer to ritual."Everything looks good," Dr. Halstead said, studying the monitor, her voice carrying the same careful, measured optimism she always used. "Your levels responded well to the last adjustment. I think we have a good shot this cycle."Sloane had heard some version of that sentence enough times now to know it didn't guarantee anything."You said that last time too," she said, not unkindly, just tired."I know," the doctor said. "I don't say it to raise false hope. I say it because it's true, each time, even when the outcome doesn't follow the way we want it to. Your body's doing everything right

The apartment looked nothing like itself by the time Daxton finished decorating, streamers looped across the ceiling in colors that didn't quite match, a banner that read HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY hung slightly crooked above the window because he'd insisted on doing it himself instead of letting me help.“You really did a lot,” I said, watching him climb down from the chair.“There’s no such thing as doing too much for a first birthday,” he said, completely unbothered as he looked around at his decorations with obvious pride. “You only get one first birthday.”Rowan, unaware of how special the day was, sat on the living room floor, happily banging a wooden spoon against an upside-down pot. Like most one-year-olds, he was completely entertained by the simple noise he was making.Dana arrived a little after eleven, having driven in specifically for the day, her arms were full of presents, and she insisted she hadn’t brought too many, even though it was obvious that she had."One is a big deal,

Daxton called me on a Thursday evening, his voice strange in a way I couldn't immediately place."Can you come by the office," he said. "Now, if you can. I need to talk to you about something that just happened."I dropped Rowan at Dana's.....she'd come into town again for a follow-up visit and happened to still be around.....and got to the office a little after eight, the building nearly empty except for a security guard at the front desk who waved me through without asking questions anymore, used to seeing me by now.Daxton was in his office, the door open, sitting behind his desk with an expression I didn't recognize on him....not upset exactly....unsettled."What happened," I asked, closing the door behind me."Vanessa came in here about twenty minutes ago," he said. "Said she needed to talk. I thought it was work.""It wasn't work.""No." He rubbed a hand over his face. "She told me she's been in love with me for years. Since before the company even had a name, back when it was j