All Chapters of Divorce Suits Me Better: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

(Nate’s POV)I couldn’t sleep. Two in the morning and the ceiling had nothing left to show me.I walked the castle aimlessly with my hands in my pockets, barefoot on cold stone. Down one corridor and up another and through the library and past the sitting room until I found the west terrace.She was already there.She was in a silk robe of dark green that made her look even paler than usual, her hair loose down her back. She was leaning against the railing with her face tipped up to the sky, and I could see the moonlight on her throat and her collarbone and the line of her jaw.I should have left. She hadn’t seen me. I could turn around and she’d never know.I didn’t leave.“Can’t sleep?” I said from the doorway.She didn’t startle. She didn’t even turn her head.“Can’t sleep,” she confirmed.I came to the railing three feet away. Safe distance. Except the night was warm and the quiet was enormous and there was no one watching, and we were both too tired to put the masks back on.“I w

(Sabrina’s POV)I was halfway through my hair when someone knocked.“It’s open,” I called, expecting Eric with coffee or Adrian with another vitamin.The door swung inward and Nate walked through it.I spun on the vanity stool so fast the curling iron clattered against the mirror. “What are you doing here?”“Your door was open,” he said, as if that explained anything.“That doesn’t mean you can just—Nate, I’m getting ready.”But he was already inside, and I was too startled to physically remove him, so he stood in the middle of my room looking at everything. My makeup spread across the vanity. My shoes lined up by the wall. The two dresses laid across the bed—the gold and the red—with my jewelry between them.He picked up the gold dress by one strap and held it at arm’s length, tilting his head.“Put that down,” I said sharply.He set it back on the bed and picked up the red one instead, running his thumb along the fabric near the neckline.The gesture was so casual, so weirdly intima

(Nate’s POV)The bride and groom kissed and two hundred people cheered. Then Sabrina retreated to her room, leaving the party early.Now was a good time. I poured my fourth bourbon and went to find Luca Ferrante. I found him in the corridor behind the reception hall, leaning against the stone wall with a glass of red wine, his jacket off, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was scrolling through his phone and he looked relaxed and handsome and totally at ease. I hated him so much my temples pulsed.He looked up when he heard my footsteps. There was a half-second where his eyes flicked to my glass, then my face, then back to the glass, doing the math on how many of these I’d had.I set the glass down on a passing tray.“Cooper,” he said evenly.“How long?” I asked simply.He lowered his phone. “How long what?”“You and Sabrina.” I stopped four feet away. There was a ringing behind my ears that wasn’t the string quartet. “How long have you been sleeping with her?”Luca stared at me.

(Sabrina’s POV)We left the castle by boat, because the coastal road flooded whenever it rained hard, and tonight it was raining like the sky had a grudge against the wedding.The storm had been building since dinner. By the time the staff started loading luggage onto the dock, the wind was slamming sideways off the water and two of the string lights along the jetty had already gone dark, swinging loose on their wires.Charlie hauled two suitcases past me, rain sheeting off his shoulders. Tyler stood under the boathouse overhang with his phone against his ear, rerouting cars in three different cities.I pulled my coat tighter and stepped onto the dock behind Adrian. The wood was slick, black with rain, and the boat rocked hard against its mooring posts, its deck lights swinging yellow shapes across the churning water below.“Watch your step,” Adrian said, one hand out toward me without quite touching. “The whole dock’s soaked.”I nodded and kept walking. My heel caught a loose board a

(Nate’s POV)My hands started aching again somewhere past midnight.There was nothing else left to think about in the dark, and the swelling picked that exact moment to remind me it was still there.I sat with my back against the wall and my knees pulled up, and I did not look at the bed. I’d managed it for close to three hours, ever since her breathing had gone slow and even and I’d let myself believe she was actually asleep.She wasn’t asleep.Every time the wind slammed the shutter against its frame, she went rigid under the blanket for half a second before she made herself go still again.I lay there in the dark and counted every one of those half-seconds, some pointless private tally, because there was nothing else to do with my hands or my head.The storm hadn’t let up once. Rain hit the one window in long ragged bursts, and below us the boat groaned against its rope at the dock.I couldn’t make myself care about any of it.I cared about the four feet of floor between me and tha