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EVELYN’S POVMy phone rang just as I was about to head to the cafeteria for lunch. I picked it up from the table beside my laptop and frowned when I saw the name on the screen.Julian’s Mom.I stared at it for a moment, genuinely surprised. I couldn’t remember the last time Rita Sullivan had called me directly, not even when Julian and I were still supposedly happy together. She had never particularly liked me, not from the beginning.She and Julian’s aunt, Eleanor, had always shared the same thinly veiled look of disapproval whenever I appeared at family gatherings, especially after it became clear that Julian and I weren’t having children. Despite every medical test confirming that there was nothing wrong with me, the family had quietly decided that I was the problem. They treated it like a fact instead of something that could be questioned. For years, I had felt more tolerated than welcomed, kept around mostly because of Grandpa’s affection for me.“Hello?” I answered cautiously.“

EVELYNI stayed frozen for a moment longer, coffee still running down my face and dripping from the ends of my hair onto my shirt, my hands trembling slightly as the heat began to sink in. Around us, I became aware of other customers turning to stare, whispers already starting at nearby tables.I wiped my face slowly with a napkin from the table, my movements deliberate and controlled, refusing to give her the satisfaction of watching me fall apart the way she clearly wanted. I stood up slowly, gathering my bag, coffee still dripping from the ends of my hair. I looked down at her one last time. “Do not contact me ever again.”I turned and walked out of the coffee shop, ignoring the stares following me the entire way, my chest tight with a strange, aching mixture of humiliation and regret I hadn’t expected to feel when I walked in here today.Walking back to the company, I kept my head down, hurrying through the lobby toward the elevators, praying I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew whil

JULIANI got to Club Royale twenty-five minutes later. The club was already busy when I arrived, with a long line of people waiting outside the entrance. Bright lights from inside spilled through the open doors whenever someone entered or left, while the bouncers stood at the front checking guests. They spotted me immediately and nodded respectfully, letting me walk past the line as they always did because I came here often.Inside, the club was crowded. Music filled the room, loud enough to make conversation difficult, while colorful lights moved across the dance floor and the people around it. I ignored the familiar faces that greeted me and made my way upstairs to the VIP section.The VIP section was less crowded than downstairs, with several groups sitting around low tables, drinking and talking. I looked around until I finally spotted Kayda near the far end. She was sitting with a group of friends, laughing at something one of the women beside her had said. She had a drink in her

JULIANI walked out of the club, the heavy bass fading into the cool night air behind me. My hands were still tense from confronting Kayda in that private room. Seeing the pure terror on her face when she realized she couldn’t play me had brought a brief flash of satisfaction, but mostly, it just left a sour taste in my mouth. She was desperate, scrambling for excuses the second she realized I wasn’t buying her lies. But dealing with her only made the emptiness waiting for me on the other side hit ten times harder.I got into my car and slammed the door shut, cutting off the city noise.I missed Evelyn.Confronting Kayda hadn’t fixed anything between us. It hadn’t changed the fact that it had been a week since I’d actually spoken to my wife. After everything that went down at the hospital, and after that doctor had told me to leave while she watched with obvious relief, I had promised myself I’d give her space. But the silence was killing me. I missed her more than I wanted to admit.

EVELYN The little bell above the door gave a soft chime as I pushed into the florist shop, and the cool air inside instantly hit my skin, carrying the sweet smell of fresh-cut stems and damp earth. I stood near the entrance for a brief moment, just taking it all in. It had been far too long since I last visited my mother, and the guilt had been quietly eating away at me for days. Ever since my accident, I had deliberately stayed away from the hospital because I knew that if she saw the bruises or heard the exhaustion in my voice, she would start asking endless questions I was completely unprepared to answer. Then, once I finally recovered enough to get back on my feet, all my energy was swallowed whole by the demands of the Riverside project, leaving me running on empty day and night. Now that the proposal was submitted and approved, I promised myself I wouldn't let this week pass without seeing her face. Knowing my mother, she was definitely going to scold me for staying away s