tate slid open with a so
ping gatehouse and onto the empty, moonlit road. She didn't turn on h
27
e window was sharp, smelling of cut grass and the distant, metallic t
r-wrapped steering wheel. This was
rating, a plucked s
te NewYork, past manicured lawns and colossal brick mans
He's lying
te, pounding drum against
r in the sky, the one that looked down on the entir
ry. Easy to remember. He'd smiled when he said it, a rare, genuine smil
e words were a
ide-to-be, on the hunt for evidence? She was behaving exactly like
e. Our guest
. Cold, d
sa's
n. Tri
e truth. His wor
he suburbs melted away, replaced by the steel and glass canyons of Manhattan.
aying she
le misunderstanding. She was praying she would crawl into bed beside him, bury her face in his ches
the fool, if it me
ilding. The concrete expanse was empty save for
s here. H
on
nst her ribs it hurt. She took the private elevator, her reflection in t
directly into his fo
use was da
-story, floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the Italian marble
ia
ous space. It was absorbed instantly by the minimali
ans
as still.
f relief. H
arge and impersonal it looked more like a hotel
he master bedroom,
or was
shed i
pt
risp, and perfectly, agonizingly undisturbed. A single pillow was dented, as if he
sn't
he foyer curdled into a new,
1:45 AM. The night
's with her. He came home
"broken glass" in her stomach finally, truly, shattered. This was it. Th
clock on his nig
as g
rive. Drive until the sun came up, drive until she ran out of gas, drive
en she
ightstand, next to the charging port and
o be a cufflink, too deli
ser, her blood
an ea
of small, glittering diamonds, with one per
s not
ple Vale pearls. She would never wea
was still warm, as if it hads the
was a ruby earring, left on his nightstand, in his bed
erfectly matched the sha
he city lights outside blur
was a statement. This was an act of profound, arrogant c
her. He didn't even resp
g. The sharp edges of the diamonds bit i
. Tears were a luxury sh
d, empty room. She looked at the Vale diamond she had left
ather. He's marrying me to secure th
t from earlier
put the e
to the pocket of
she was wrong. She was no
of. And she was the woman who woul
ock clicking shut behind her with a so

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