Chapter 4
STEFAN'S POINT OF VIEW
The scotch burned going down, but I poured another anyway. My third? Fourth? I'd lost count somewhere between signing those divorce papers and watching Camille walk away.
Our wedding photo still sat on my desk, mocking me. Camille's genuine smile, my distracted eyes, already looking past her, always looking for Rose.
Rose.
Even her name felt like betrayal now.
My phone lit up with another message from her: "Darling, stop drinking and come over. We should celebrate."
Celebrate. Like we hadn't just destroyed someone who loved us. Someone who'd given me three years of devotion I never deserved.
The memory hit me like a punch to the gut.
"Stefan?" Camille's voice was small, uncertain. "Did I do something wrong?"
I looked up from my laptop, irritated at the interruption. She stood in the doorway of my home office, holding a plate of something that smelled amazing.
"I made that pasta you mentioned. The one with truffles?" Her eyes were hopeful. "Rose gave me the recipe..."
Of course she had. Rose had made that pasta for me in Rome, years ago. Back when we were... whatever we were.
"I'm busy." I didn't even look at the plate. "Just leave it."
"Oh." A pause. "It's just, you've been working late all week, and I thought..."
"Camille." My voice sharp with an anger that wasn't really meant for her. "I said I'm busy."
She left the plate and disappeared, quiet as always. The pasta sat untouched until morning, a perfect recreation of a memory that belonged to another woman.
I hurled my glass at the wall, watching crystal shatter like the life I'd built on lies.
the end, but throughout our marriage. Every missed dinner, every forgotten anniversary, every time I'd chosen work
buzzed again. Mother this
Are you alright? Do you need anything? I always
the phone, remembering another moment
drink. We were alone in my office after
the bitterness from my voice. "Teaching her all the ways
about her was practiced. "Are
and plans, ended by her sudden departure to London. Or so
The question slipped out, colored
my cheek, familiar and forbidden. "Camille needed a chance at happiness. We
from that time felt hazy, manipulated. Like watching a play
whispered, too close now. "More than
her eyes said something different.
memory surfaced, this one from last week. The moment
your favorite breakfast." Camille's smile was bright, genuine. Always so damn genuine.
in my briefcase, Rose's perfume still lingering
I grabbed my keys, avoiding her
Her voice cracked slightly. "Will you be home for
"Don't wait up."
evening with Rose, planning how to break
perfume she'd worn in Rome, all
my hair. "A
her eyes
opened, startling me from
coiffed even
darling. Drinking alone
"Not now, Mother."
glass with disapproval. "Rose is
you were
right for you." Mother's voice hardened. "Rose,
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