Nineteen Nights To Oblivion

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room, a half-packed su

he asked, his

t look

eaving,

omething – surprise? Anno

e rest of my things. A surprise f

ng up a silk scar

tic, Sarah. Thi

eak, my departure,

s was the right decision. He w

mple gold band he' d slipped on my finger at city hall. I' d once asked

s a secret, remember? The Caldwells...

ing inside, then set it on his side o

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voice flat. "You said no. Turns out, you w

, a gesture I knew meant he wa

t... I was harsh. We can take a t

fix for a problem he d

nightstand. He glanced a

his," he said, al

, sharp and deman

in the Hamptons this weekend. You ha

, murmuri

I spoke, my voice

ming wi

e Hamptons? Sarah, what fo

rriage that' s about to be annulled? Yes, I know. But un

the cold, hard facts

uld be there. For appearances, Ethan. Woul

his jaw. He clearly didn' t want me the

voice clipped. "But

familiar silk scarf, emerald green, Victoria' s favori

her scarf," I o

it, then bac

car yesterday.

e me. Like o

ly gravitated towards Victoria. They stood close, discussing "foundation busine

t bored, had left with a group of influential, o

ay ticket to San Francisco on my phone. For the day after my birt

ed terrace, I overheard vo

those same b

thur wouldn't want you to be lonely."

n to your... personal pro

lease. I'm still in mourning." But t

s voice, like

r hands

e alcove, his fac