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The woman drank water and sighed once before answering, "Your... wife." The man was so confused, he did not believe what his woman had said to him. He pointed out all the dimensions in which he inculcated the case in his mind, even though Jane wasn't dead. Kate told him the whole story, shifting each real event into a fallacy. The statements appeared to be credible, but the man required confirmation because he had planned everything.

After we signed, she couldn't resist one last jab. "Kyle, from now on, I'm your boss's wife. First day at the company, I'm firing you. And this?" She waved a villa's property deed in my face. "That's a luxury villa in a gated community—mine. Look at you. No money, no talent, nothing. Being with you these past few years was torture." I just smiled as she flaunted the deed. She thought it was real. It wasn't—just a fake Fay had mailed her.

But near the bottom, wrapped in wax paper, lay something stranger. A book. No spine. No title. Pages brittle with age, browned at the edges. She pulled it out slowly, brushing off dust. One corner had been nibbled by time or mice but the contents were still intact. She opened the first page. “Once, far beyond the veil of true sight, there lived a widow in a house made entirely of glass. Every day she watched others… but no one ever saw her watching.” Isolde blinked. She knew this story.

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“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

Genuinely asking. "Because you're my wife." She looked at me for a long moment. Then she lowered her head. I glanced at the suitcase. The silk and lace were still visible above the edge of it, every piece chosen with the specific purpose of an offering rather than a person's comfort. When I looked back at Kiva she was already looking at the suitcase too, and the expression on her face was the expression of someone who wanted to disappear. I went to the wardrobe. Pulled out a black shirt, plain, long enough to reach her knees. Held it out.

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”

"You already had a husband. Why have a kid with me?" Her hand paused. Then she gave a small, careless smile. "I told you. Marrying him was for a stupid promise. Elliot, you're the one I love. I gave you the child you wanted. Isn't that enough?" She looked at me like she expected me to agree. Like I should be grateful. Everything I had been holding onto gave way. Just hours ago, I sat in that office and answered every question the therapist asked, leaning on rehearsed answers, forcing down the urge to end it.