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The night before Christmas, my husband makes it official with his 49th mistress. "Love of my life, @TiffanyVale." "Love of my life, @RomanBlackwell." Then he turns to me and tries to smooth it over. "She lost a dare. Don't take it to heart." Everyone laughs at me, but I don't make a scene. What they don't know is that I have a deal with the System. Every time Roman cheats, a year of his life transfers to me. By now, his 80 years are down to just one. All I have to do is make it past New Year's, and he drops dead of natural causes. Then I can take our three children and inherit the Blackwell family's trillion-dollar fortune.

A movie actually sounded nice because it's not everytime that they get the chance to sit and watch a movie, though Stephanie was an actress she didn't watch movies frequently; always busy learning a new script or something else. "It's Christmas Eve, so let's see... How about 12 days of Christmas?" She asked "Alright play it" he nodded While watching the movie, the power went out. It wasn't something that frequently happens but it did. "The power's out" Stephanie stated the obvious. "I'm sure it'll be back in a few minutes" he said "What do we do till then?" They were in the house alone, all the helpers had gone out to their families. "Talk I guess" he made himself comfortable

KIMANI Ava and I were halfway through a Christmas movie neither of us was truly paying attention to. The lights in the living room were dimmed, the tree glowing softly in the corner. A bowl of caramel popcorn sat between us, already half empty because Ava had absolutely no self-control. “She is not ending up with him,” Ava muttered at the screen. “He lied in the first ten minutes.” “It’s a Christmas movie,” I replied. “He’ll apologize in the snow.”

We dressed slowly, sharing laughs over rumpled clothes. As he left for his night shift, promising coffee tomorrow, the snow outside seemed magical, not isolating. Christmas Eve had gifted connection, turning a doorman's kindness into something profoundly intimate, human, and alive.

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Maybe we can start some new traditions together. I still don’t have a clue what to get them for Christmas, but luckily, I still have a little over a week to figure it out. The movie was cute. I wish this town was turned into a winter wonderland the way they do in movies. Movies always make Christmas look magical.

"Christmas is coming. You already have the lighting tradition, the dinner… but what about a special event? Something that brings the guests and the local community together." Rosa leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. "What do you have in mind, dear?" "A 'Christmas Stories Sunday,'" I suggested, the ideas flowing faster than I could articulate them. "Here in the main barn. Tables with coffee, hot chocolate, cookies. The guests are invited to share a Christmas memory—happy, funny, touching. You could have someone playing guitar in the background. And at the end… a joint donation to a local charity in the name of everyone here." The silence that followed was loaded. I looked at Rosa, then at Mar

Up in Chloe's room, she was glued to her phone screen, her face lit by the glow of whatever rom-com she had queued up. The door was open, so I walked in without knocking. She didn't notice. "What rom-com are we watching?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. She pointed at the screen, grinning. "When Christmas Gets Romantic!" My breath caught. Of course. A movie about falling for someone you shouldn't. About crossing lines you can't uncross. Just like me and Silas. Except I wasn't some innocent heroine stumbling into love. I was the girl getting finger-fucked in a wine cellar by her best friend's father—and going back for more.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

“We’re going to do something fun.” “Like what?” Autumn asks, looking up at me. She still looks worn down, but there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips. That’s a start. “Christmas movie marathon. We’ll watch some of the classics and some of those awful ones where the girl gives up the job of her dreams to move in with a guy who sells Christmas trees for a living or something.” Autumn’s smile grows. “They’re kind of romantic, in a way.” “What would be romantic is if the Christmas tree seller guy moved to the big city with the girl and got a real job,” Benedict says. “Let him make a sacrifice for once.”