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She put her phone down and picked up her book and read the same paragraph four times and smiled at it each time. She was getting better at letting things be good. End of Chapter 20

He almost smiled. They finished lunch and she went back to the couch and he went back to the desk and the Sunday afternoon continued its slow patient self outside and inside the apartment held them both in the particular ease of two people who'd had a small disagreement and resolved it inside three minutes and didn't need to mention it again. At four she closed the book. "Done," she said. "The whole thing." "I read fast when the structure is good." "What did you think." She looked at the ceiling. "It's the best book I've read in two years," she said. "The backwards construction is the whole trick. By the final page you're grieving something you didn't know you'd been losing since page one."

Even Susan frowned. Damien pressed his lips together, giving Zia a deep-searching look. Was she really going to step aside so easily? How could she possibly survive without him? Seeing the seriousness in her eyes, he let out a cold chuckle. “I hope you won’t regret this.” Zia gave a bitter laugh. Despite the throbbing pain in her back, she had never felt more resolute. “Goodbye, Damien.” With that, she turned around and left. Leaving everyone stunned.

After thinking it over, I got in the car. It was late, and it was hard to get a taxi in the villa district at this hour. Zayden drove me to the hospital to get my scraped palms treated. By the time everything was done, and I got home, it was already past midnight. I thanked him. Then, unexpectedly, he said, “If you want to get back at Jason, I’m willing to help.” A bitter smile curled at my lips. “You are both in on it together. What revenge could there possibly be?”

He said and suddenly my smile turned into a frown. "He's coming back?" I asked in a small tone which made him nod and start rubbing my back which made me a glare when it started burning. "Shit sorry I forgot does it still hurt?" He asked and gestures for me to turn around as he moved my shirt up and stared at my back. "I will get you something for that. It's getting better." He said and let the shirt fall over my back again. "How long do I have to be here for?" I asked him when I turned around as he avoided my gaze.

"I learned to." "You learned to? All of a sudden?" "If I wanted you back, I had to win you back. That takes hard work. " "And if you were to win me back?" "I'd never lose you. Never again." I exhaled, looking at our entertained hands as I rubbed his fingers. "You better do better than four years ago." I finally said. When I met his eyes, he was shocked. Surprised to the core. "You don't want to?" "No!" He said a little too loud for the restaurant, before apologizing. "No. No..." He exhaled a laugh. "Thank you. I'll do better. Way better. "

A breeze rustled the leaves as if in answer. I smiled. He would not be lonely. His music and kindness would live on in countless beautiful melodies across the world. [Revenge mission complete. World line reshaped. Do you choose to return?] The long-forgotten system alert sounded. I stood and looked at Xavier’s smiling face on the tombstone one last time. “Goodbye, Xavier. Goodbye, this world.” Then, I said, “Yes.” … White light flashed, and I returned to the real world.

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?]

Unfortunately, her worst fears came true. After leaving, James and the others moved to a corner to gossip about Beatrice. "Damn, do you think Ms. Thorne has some kind of special kink? I can't believe she's into that boy toy." James, well into his 50s, was the first to break the silence. Ignatius McKinney clicked his tongue. "I guess that's the kind of man young women prefer these days." James shook his head, confusion evident on his face. "Mr. Bainbridge was honestly far better. He's smart, capable, and, most importantly, knows how to read a room.

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