Chapter 11
Richard
pov.
Susan walked into the penthouse like she owned the place. Her heels made sharp clicks on the marble floor, echoing through the quiet room. She stopped in the middle of the living room, hands on her hips, eyes scanning every corner.
I stood back, leaning against the doorway, watching her take charge. She was like a force of nature, and I liked it. No hesitation. No second-guessing. Susan was strong, confident, and every bit the woman I had always wanted by my side. No pretense, no forced affection. Just her, raw and real. "This place needs a makeover," she declared, her eyes sweeping over the furniture. "It still smells like her."
I watched as she called for the servants. They came rushing in, looking nervous. Susan was already pointing out things she didn't like.
"Get rid of that sofa," she snapped. "And that painting-trash it. It's ugly."
She moved through the room like a storm, ordering everyone around. Something was exciting about how she took charge.
Sarah never did that. She was always too timid, too soft.
"Richard," Susan called, waving me over. "Can you believe she kept this old vase?" She pointed to a small, ceramic vase sitting on a shelf. "It's hideous."
I shrugged. "I never really noticed it."
"Well, I did," Susan sneered. "It's going in the trash." She looked at the servants. "What are you waiting for? Throw it out!"
The housekeeper, Mrs. Turner hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to me for direction.
"Do as she says," I told her, keeping my voice firm.
Mrs. Turner nodded and quickly moved to remove the vase. Susan kept looking around, like a general surveying her territory.
"This place needs an overhaul," she muttered. "I mean, seriously, who decorated this place? It's so... bland."
I knew who she meant. Sarah. But I didn't say anything. Susan didn't need to hear the name to know who we were talking about.
the doorway, holding the vase. "By tonight, I want everything that belonged to her out of here. Understand?" Mrs. Turner
of emotions. On one hand, I was glad Susan was taking
other, there was this... nagging feeling. Something I couldn't
it off. This was what I wanted-a clean slate, a
with this?" Susan asked, turning to
replied, forcing a smile.
answer. "Well, someone has to. This place needs a
never held back her opinions. She
who always tiptoed around, trying not to upset
on a painting hanging in the hallway. "And that," she said, pointing at
had picked out. She said it reminded her of
me, it was just another piece of
continued, "I don't care. Just get
remove the painting. I watched them work, feeling that strange twinge
name. I brushed it aside. This
didn't hold back, the woman who made decisions
mine, leaning in close. "We're going to make this place ours," she said,
her enthusiasm. "Exactly.
man. Now, let's talk about redecorating. This place is going to look like it belongs to us, not... you know." We moved into the dining room, where Susan had already
dove into her vision of the
a while, I felt relieved. This was what I thought I needed. A
week later, the penthouse was barely
repainted in bold colors that Susan chose, and the
It was all cold, sharp lines now. It was exactly how Susan wanted it. Susan was out for a spa day when Martin came by. I had barely closed the door
it off.
the stuff that made this place feel
picked up a glass from the bar and
over the rim. "So, Susan's been busy,
ours," I said, my voice firm. "I like that she knows what she
head slightly, looking down into his drink. "Sure, but it's... fast, don't you think? You changed everything in
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