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ntract penalty. The thought of spending one

his fury, a lounge attendant rushed over with a fi

llowed her to lead me away to a small back room,

ears ago when I' d had to physically restrain Julian during his violent night terrors. He had fought me then, clawing and scratching like a caged animal, not

in his anger. It was a stark reminder that I was

inful anymore. It was prof

ht. I didn' t care. I was about to book my own ticket

next flight out in one hour. You are expected at

request. It

left crescent-shaped marks. Then, I relaxed my hands. Fine.

que vineyard. Night had fallen, blanketing the estate in a heavy silence. I was exhausted,

oom, my phone buzzed again. It

k of morning-after pills. The

A way of marking her territory, of rubbing my nose in the fact that sh

was just the help, a ghost she was eager to e

guing would only create more dra

st giving me a pitying look as I bought the pills. When I got back, the lights in thei

: I have what

rep

e their door. There, next to a discarded room service tray, was a small, familiar-looking aromatherapy diffuser and a silk sleep ma

of scents, finding the one blend of lavender and sandalwood that could calm his racing mind. I had sourced the perfect weighted blanket, the perfect thread-count shee

ffort, my sleepless nights-w

et the paper bag on the floor next to the discarded items and

suddenly wr

e air, and the sharp sting of a slap exploded across my

face contorted with rage. "W

lk robe draped loosely over his shoulders. He watched the

the room. I cried out in pain as her fingers dug into the

"Are you trying to imply something? That I' m some kind of slu

of her lies was breathtaking. I had done exactly what

spite the ringing in my ears. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing shallow. She w

t formed in my mind, Julian' s

ze to her

d slowly to look at him,

estled possessively against his side. His gaze was co

out before I could stop the

into that low, soothing tone he' d used with me so many times. But his word

n Chandler' s face. She had won. S

voice trembling with a mixture of pain

ime to flinch. It was his watch, the one I' d given him for his b

legs giving out from under me. I landed hard on the floor, the back of my

rd Julian' s voice, thick with

I saw him, his arm wrapped around a crying Chandler, whispering comforting words to her. He didn' t so

into my chest and was squeezing my hear

r word. I didn' t look back. I just walked out of the room,