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CamilleI stood in front of the mirror, three discarded outfits already draped across the bed behind me.Nothing felt right.I turned slightly, studying my reflection, the same assessment I’d been running for years surfacing again despite everything I’d worked to unlearn. Gareth’s mother had hoped her son would get back together with Viviana, someone she already knew and had clearly imagined as the kind of woman who belonged beside her son—polished, classy, and familiar. I didn’t know Viviana, and so I had no idea what she was actually like, but that didn’t stop my mind from filling in the blanks. And there was the part of me that still wondered if someone like me could ever fit into the world Gareth came from. I smoothed down the dress I’d finally settled on, a deep emerald that Naomi had once told me suited me better than anything else in my closet, and made myself hold my own gaze in the mirror instead of looking away.You are not auditioning for anyone’s approval, I reminded myse

TristanDaphne’s voice carried through the apartment before I even got the door fully open.“You said you’d be here for the appointment, Tristan.” “Something came up at the office.”“Something always comes up.” She stood near the kitchen, her arms crossed over her chest, exhaustion written across her face that irritated me more than it should have. “This is the second ultrasound you’ve missed.”“I have a business to run, Daphne. I can’t just drop everything because of a doctor’s appointment. Heck, what do you need me there for?”“It’s not just a doctor’s appointment. It’s about our child.”“I’m aware of what it is.”She stared at me for a long moment, her lips pressing together as though she was trying to hold back everything she wanted to say..“Do you even want this baby, Tristan? Or was I just for fun until the excitement wore off?”“Don’t be dramatic.”“I’m not being dramatic. I’m asking a real question that needs an answer.” Her voice cracked slightly. “You promised me things wo

Camille“So how bad was it, really?” Naomi asked, curling up on my couch with a glass of wine.“Bad, Naomi. Like, genuinely intense.”“Now I want to hear everything.”“She basically interrogated me the entire dinner. Asked about my divorce, which she surprisingly knew about because I doubt Gareth discussed that with her.”“You think she made findings about you?”“I wouldn’t put that past her. She seems like someone who’d do that and more.”“Oh my God, this is actually serious.”“That’s half of it. She asked if I dated clients often, then straight up compared Gareth’s ex at one point.”Naomi winced. “She did not.”“Oh yeah she did, you better believe it. She also said something about hoping I wouldn’t let him go as easily as the last one did.”“That’s insane. She in fact is.”“I held my ground, though. I think that actually showed her …“Of course it did. You’re not easily rattled, Camille. Not anymore, anyway.”I smiled at that, some quiet pride settling in at how true it felt.My pho

Gareth“However you wish. I bought coffee. I’m prepared to also fetch pastries. I’m willing to negotiate terms.”She let out a soft laugh.“Fine. Sit down.” She took a sip of coffee, studying me over the rim of the cup. “Uhm, are you going to tell me what you were up to yesterday? You were gone most of the day and barely called.”I set my own coffee down, choosing my words carefully. “I had to help a friend. Someone I hadn’t seen in years reached out, and she needed my support.”“She.”“Yes. Her name’s Marlene and she flew in from Sydney yesterday.”Camille’s expression didn’t change much, but I caught a flicker of something behind her eyes. Curiosity, maybe wariness. Hard to tell.“Okay,” she said slowly. “Tell me about her.”“It’s complicated. She’s going through something really personal, and I don’t think she’d be happy with me sharing it.”Camille gave me a dry look. “I thought we could talk about anything.”“Yes. Except this is about someone’s life. I have to respect her privac

CamilleGareth wasn’t lying about the kissesHe kissed me like he had an unquenchable thirst for me, there was so much desire in his kisses and caresses. I moaned softly as his hands ran through my skin. He kissed me all over, making my skin shiver.“You’re trouble,” I murmured against his chest, still catching my breath.“I’ve been told.”I laughed, digging my fingers into his skin. “Mm-hmm, I can imagine. I know you’ve got a roster.”“Lips sealed,” he said laughing.He pulled the covers up, and we settled under the sheets. “Oh, you want to get—““Shhhh.” Gareth cut me off, taking my lips again in his, his hands going down on me. I hated that thoughts of Tristan sometimes crossed my mind at moments like this. It felt unfair to Gareth. But, the truth was I never had it this intense with him at least not after years into our marriage, when I gained weight all his affection stopped and I became undesirable. Sex became a chore to him and what he mostly deprived me of.Gareth on the oth