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I caught her quickly and pulled her into my arms, half expecting her to fight me. She didn’t. Instead, she melted into my arms and began to cry softly.

“Hey, it’s okay. Let’s get you home.” I patted the back of her head. “Let’s get you home,” I repeated in a gentle hush.

Chapter eleven

FINDING LOVE

Olivia Sanders

Islid the key into the lock of Sam’s front door, the clicks of the locks breaking the silence that had accompanied Alexander and me on our way. After my little breakdown in his arms, he didn’t say another word. He ordered an Uber and got into the car with me.

Now, he stood towering behind me, his eyes drilling into the back of my head as if trying to pierce through and understand my thoughts.

The truth is I was not thinking.

I had not run out of the bookshop out of fear of being caught or embarrassment due to the girl’s accusations; after all, she was just a kid.

Instead, I imagined what it would be like if I were in Alexander’s shoes, hearing that I was a gold digger who abandoned my husband at the altar.

I wondered about all the vile things going through his mind as he watched me with that blank look of his. Even when he finally intervened, it was only when the girl wanted to get a recording of the scenario.

I concluded that he must be disappointed in me, likely feeling disgusted to be in a video with me and tagged as the next victim of a gold diggers scheme. I didn’t blame him; I would be disgusted, too. That was why I ran.

I didn’t expect him to come after me, find me, and pull me into his arms, enveloping me in his sweet scent and even sweeter words. For the first time in a very long time, I felt safe.

I pushed the door open and looked around for Sam. The absence of her car in the driveway was already enough to announce that she wasn’t home, but I still wanted to be sure.

“I don’t think she’s home. Her car is not parked.” I relished the sweet sound of his voice, feeling the tightness in my chest ease. It felt like it had been years since he last spoke to me.

I turned to him. “Yeah, I guess she isn’t.” There was an awkward pause, and neither of us met the other’s eyes. “Would you want to come in? I don’t think I want to be alone.”

He looked up quickly and nodded. “Sure, I would love to keep you company till she comes back.”

I offered a small smile before stepping aside so he could walk in, and then I closed the door behind him.

“Here, let me help you with that,” he said as he reached for my jacket and slid it off my back.

“Thank you,” I said.

He nodded before hanging it. “Would you like some tea? Does Sam have tea?”

I smiled at his kindness. “She does, but right now, I would just like a glass of wine.”

“Oh, well, that does sound like a better idea than tea right now.” He smiled, and I chuckled. “Where is—”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”

He nodded, and I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out a glass of red wine. I walked to the cupboard and found two wine glasses before returning to the sitting room.

“Will you drink with me?” I asked.

He looked up at me, a charming smile stretching his lips and making my heart skip a beat. “There are two things in this world I can never say no to—good wine and beautiful women. And here there is both,” he replied.

I smiled. “You think I’m beautiful?” I asked as I placed the glasses on the table and filled them before sitting next to him on the couch and handing him a glass.

“You don’t?” He took the glass.

“Well, after everything that girl said, I—”

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