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“Then let’s wait until the divorce.” The words sound foreign to me.

Declan steps into my space, his nostrils flaring. “I am. Not. Divorcing. You.”

Oh, my poor heart. Oxygen doesn’t reach my lungs. I can’t avoid the truth anymore. He deserves the full story. Then he can decide. Then he will probably divorce me immediately, just to protect his family. I would.

A part of me wants to beg him to give us more time. To allow us to enjoy what we have without my burden spoiling everything. But I can see the hurt on his face. I can’t do that to him.

“I have to tell you—”

“Daddy, I can’t sleep,” Zoya whines, rubbing her eyes by the door.

Chapter 23

Lily

Celeste

I need some adult conversation.

Saar

And I need to know about Lily’s dirty talker.

Lady doesn’t tell.

Cora

Lady did ask, so lady owes us some scoop.

Not much to tell.

Saar

That sounds like there is something to tell.

Celeste

Let’s findout in person.

Cora

Can’t wait to see you.

“Thank you very much.” I scoop the bouquet from the concierge. The elevator closes, and I carry the flowers into the living room.

Setting them on the table, I pull out the card.

From Declan

I chuckle. Efficient as ever. After our unfinished conversation last night, I guess he’s pulling out all the stops to get what he wants. I don’t think I ever got flowers before. Not from a man.

My mind wanders to my father. The thought shocks me. Not that I don’t think of him daily. Or read something about the family in the news, but I’ve learned to disassociate from that.

He never gave me flowers either. Why does it make me sad, suddenly? Jesus. I banish the sentiment.

I inhale the scent of the red roses and look into the corner. Is Declan watching me? Does he know the bouquet was delivered?

My phone pings.

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