The Contracted Marriage Five-Years Lie
ity lights still painting str
illed him, something h
. He was, for all inte
iet house in Pal
not anymore. Clara had t
chance to breathe again, surr
ovements precise, but a new en
Isabella tod
dy signed the papers, sh
dining room, expect
sipping coffee, bu
one of the antique dining c
pensive, mismatched designer ba
Ethan said, hi
– in her eyes. "Ethan. Julian decided to stay for a wh
to look at Ethan. "Major disas
rs." They usually involved un
from his morni
home. It was an intru
said, taking
coffee. "I hope you don' t mind, Et
abella," Ethan replied,
purse and pulled ou
it across the table. "A little... t
Patek Philippe watch. Exqui
Isabella. But unnecess
understanding.
ustered. "Oh. Well
m seemed to
d here soon, Isabella," Ethan
ed. "Chan
apers? Or did she assume they were just
etulance. "Is he finally getting a pers
en turned back to Ethan, a forced smile
ty, years ago, shortly
ns, had cornered Ethan, his eyes g
reeking of champagne. "This whole marriage th
ly looked at h
led a glass of red wine down the
sely for Julian, dabbing at Ethan' s suit,
g," she' d said. "H
ssessive gleam in Jul
unwavering, bl
le, Isabella continued to
ling?" she asked
et rid of that awful modern art in th
ulian. Whatev
a familiar resignati
the divorce later, whe
to make, a
himself fro
led out a suitcase from
suits for any lingering business in Ne
his desk. Clara, smiling, her head tilte
in a soft sweater and pl
ries of carefully constructed r
is only sanctuary. Soon, th
om the hallway. Ju
so cold, Izzy. It' s like he' s
Julian. That' s Ethan." I
osed his
is open study door, th
suitcase o
p?" she asked, a slight
n California," Ethan
" She sounded almost... hur
t her knowledge, even if
is suite (after complaining about the thread count of the
estless, pac
hem was thick wit
e began, th
o the bar, poured
turned to him, a stra
y over for another week," she
p from his boo
sed, "...we should f
rds him, her ey
y? Guilt over Julian? A sudden sense of marita
It was an obligation. He had a
abella," he