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VivianEverything was unraveling faster than I could manage.Sarah had called me in hysterics that morning and even though I already knew what she was about to say before she began to explain herself I listened with rapt attention. She told me through tears that she'd confessed everything to Colette and that she couldn't do this anymore and that she was sorry but she was going to cooperate with the investigation.I'd told her I would handle it but I knew I was backed into a tight corner. Sarah had been my fail safe and now she'd turned on me. I'd tried calling her back later to threaten her into silence but she didn't answer. Every call went straight to voicemail and every text went unread.I just knew that something was brewing and that I was running out of time.Julian had also gone completely silent and stopped taking my calls. My own brother had abandoned me when I needed him most and that hurt more than I wanted to admit. He'd told me he wanted no part of what I was becoming an

ColetteI was scrolling through my phone that morning when the news about me and the twins with Oliver popped up again.I wanted to ignore it like I'd been doing for the past week because the news had been circulating constantly and I knew that the internet just needed one new event or scandal to happen and my own news would stop being spread everywhere. People had short attention spans and something else would capture their interest soon enough.But I thought against ignoring it this time.The news article I'd just stumbled upon was by a journalist from a major outlet who had been requesting a comment from me. Not as Oliver's employee but specifically as the mother of his children. She'd sent me three emails and left two voicemails asking for an interview or a statement or anything I was willing to share.I'd been declining every request because I didn't want to feed the media circus and I didn't want to say something that could be twisted or taken out of context. But that morning

VivianI'd been charged and the arrest was coming any day now.The charges were conspiracy, corporate sabotage, and embezzlement interference. My lawyer had tried to explain what each one meant and how serious they were but I'd stopped listening halfway through because I already knew I was finished.Oliver's legal team had built a case that was impossible to fight. They had recordings and documents and testimony from Julian and Sarah and dozens of other people I'd thought were on my side. Every move I'd made for the past three years had been documented and analyzed and presented in a way that made me look like a criminal.I was restless and terrified and I badly wanted to run away from the country. If I could just get somewhere far enough away I could wait for this to blow over or find a way to start fresh where no one knew my name.So I went to the airport with a bag packed and a ticket to Paris in my hand. I'd picked France because they had complicated extradition laws and because

ColetteThe kiss was soft and careful even.It wasn't rushed in any way but it had a whole lot of emotions packed into it that made my chest feel tight and my head feel light. His lips were just like I remembered them from years ago when we'd been two strangers in a hotel room, but they were even better now because the emotions and everything were actually there this time.We both knew who we were kissing and why we were kissing and what it meant.His hands stayed on my face holding me gently like I was something precious and my hands pressed against his chest feeling his heartbeat racing just as fast as mine. The kiss deepened and I felt myself melting into him and forgetting where I ended and he began.I was the one who broke the kiss because I was starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy. I just had to break away from him before I passed out right there in the hallway. I pulled back gasping slightly and trying to catch my breath.Oliver looked down at me with his eyes dark and hi

ColetteI went to the burger spot Oliver had mentioned the next morning.I told myself it was just because I was curious about the food and that it had nothing to do with him. That I would have checked out any restaurant recommendation from anyone regardless of who it came from.But I knew I was lying to myself.It was a small, loud, wonderful spot tucked between a dry cleaner and a bookstore. The kind of place you could walk past a hundred times without noticing. Inside it was crowded with people sitting at mismatched tables and the smell of grilling meat filled the air.I ordered at the counter and found a small table in the corner. The burger arrived quickly and it was exactly as good as Oliver had said. Perfectly cooked with fresh ingredients and a sauce that I couldn't identify but wanted to eat by the spoonful.I was sitting there alone halfway through my meal when Oliver slid into the seat across from me.I looked up startled and nearly choked on my food. "Oliver? What are you