The widow next door

The widow next door

Christian Berry

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After the mysterious death of her husband, Evelyn Blackwood becomes the widow next door-quiet, elegant, untouchable. Neighbors whisper. Men watch. No one gets close without consequences. Then Julian Vale moves in. Powerful and unreadable, Julian is far too interested in Evelyn's grief. Unlike others, he doesn't offer comfort-he studies her. Watches how she moves. How she lies. How she hides the truth. Because Julian knows something no one else does. Every man Evelyn has ever loved has died. And Evelyn isn't entirely innocent. What the world believes is a curse is something far more deliberate. A past carefully erased. A weapon carefully shaped. And Julian Vale didn't move in next door by accident

The widow next door Chapter 1 The Man in the Frame

Evelyn Blackwood noticed the man next door the same way she noticed storms

by the sudden, unnatural stillness that came before them.

She stood at her bedroom window long past midnight, the house wrapped in silence so deep it pressed against her ribs. The street lamp outside flickered once, twice, bathing the neighboring property in a sickly amber glow. That was when she saw him.

He was sitting.

Not outside. Not on the porch.

Inside his living room, framed perfectly by a tall window that faced hers as if it had been designed for this exact moment.

A high backed chair. One leg crossed over the other. Hands resting loosely, confidently, on the armrests. His face was lost to shadow, but the shape of him was unmistakable. Broad shoulders. Long limbs. A presence that felt deliberate.

He wasn't moving.

He wasn't watching television.

He was waiting.

Evelyn's fingers tightened around the curtain, her breath slowing the way it always did when instinct took over. She had learned long ago that fear made noise, but survival required quiet.

The man shifted slightly, just enough for the light to catch the sharp line of his jaw.

Her pulse skipped.

He knows, she thought.

The realization settled in her bones, cold and unwelcome. Men didn't sit like that unless they were in control or believed they were.

She should have stepped away. Closed the curtain. Pretended she hadn't noticed.

Instead, she stayed.

Because something about the way he sat so composed, so certain felt achingly familiar.

As if she had once stood in another room, in another life, watching him from the shadows.

The man lifted his hand then.

Not to wave.

Not to beckon.

He reached forward and rested his palm against the glass of the window, fingers splayed, possessive.

Evelyn's reflection stared back at her pale, composed, widowed.

The man across the street leaned closer, and though she still couldn't see his eyes, she felt them on her like a touch.

A smile curved his mouth.

Slow. Knowing.

As if he had finally found her.

Evelyn let the curtain fall.

Her heart was racing , now not with fear.

With recognition.

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“After the mysterious death of her husband, Evelyn Blackwood becomes the widow next door-quiet, elegant, untouchable. Neighbors whisper. Men watch. No one gets close without consequences. Then Julian Vale moves in. Powerful and unreadable, Julian is far too interested in Evelyn's grief. Unlike others, he doesn't offer comfort-he studies her. Watches how she moves. How she lies. How she hides the truth. Because Julian knows something no one else does. Every man Evelyn has ever loved has died. And Evelyn isn't entirely innocent. What the world believes is a curse is something far more deliberate. A past carefully erased. A weapon carefully shaped. And Julian Vale didn't move in next door by accident”
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Chapter 1 The Man in the Frame

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Chapter 2 The Encounter

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Chapter 3 The Past Returns

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Chapter 4 The First Meeting

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Chapter 5 The Push

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Chapter 6 The Unraveling

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Chapter 7 The Memories

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Chapter 8 The Recognition

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Chapter 9 The Test Begins

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Chapter 10 Physical Proximity

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Chapter 11 Emotional Pressure

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Chapter 12 The Edge

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Chapter 13 Revelation

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Chapter 14 Confrontation

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Chapter 15 Alignment

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