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, but to my husband, Alpha Blake, I
ildhood friend Ariana with attenti
diary. It wa
sary dinner for he
ture while leaving me to be cr
watching him leave to comfort Ariana bec
night I was hit by a truck
he doctors called Blake. They needed
ake said coldly ov
the fetus is strong, it will surv
hun
life inside
, I opened my notebo
ur child for her.
rs, left them on the ashe
y house, realizing he had lost his True
't know the
awakened as the legendary White W
pte
g the dusty cardboard of a shoebox tucked behind a pair of winter boots, met the unyielding spine of a leather-bound journal. It was not Caroline's; her journals were riots of color, fil
oline's precise, almost severe s
ed. He read the rul
g Point
s this marriage is a mistak
zero, I will file for
culiar, childish ledger of perceived slights. He flipped through the page
nniversary. Again. He was
because Ariana's dog was sick. He
called me Ari
a vintage wine I'd been searching for, o
of guilt. He saw it not as a record of his failures, but as evidence of Caroline's fixation on his friendship with Ariana Whi
choice from a good family, a person who could manage the Santos household while h
meant nothing. He found his cufflinks and shut the closet door, the journal already dissolving from his thoughts. He had more pressing matters to
a large pad, her brow furrowed in concentration. She looked up as he e
rly," she said,
" he replied, loosening his t
ed to retract, pulling bac
red in painstaking detail and suffused with a soft, imaginary light. A crib, a mobile of tiny silver stars, a rocking chair. He felt a brief, unid
lient?" he asked
losed the sketchbo
he clock. He should leave soon. He wanted to be the fir
etween them, when his phone ran
ws! Now!" Mark's voice
filled the screen. A building was engulfed in flames. Thick gouts of black s
d Gallery downtown, where a massive fire broke out
mn, causing the fine hairs on his forearms
ia
rantic, hammering pulse in his own ears. He grabbed his keys, his coat, and bolted for the door without a word to Car
eeded to witness the finality of it. She drove through the city, her hands locked
re of emergency lights, the guttural roar of the fire. Blake had abandoned
get her!" Blake yelled, t
he structure is unstable!"
are! She's
restrain him. "Blake, ca
heard from him. Not for her. Never for her. He stared at the burning edifice as if it were
ay and made a run
I'm Blake Santos! These hands are insured for millions! They perform miracles! But I
fession. A truth so brutal
ding in the shadows, her fac
ine...
fixated on Ariana since they were in school. I thought marrying Caro
ust neglect. It was a love story in which she ha
She had decorated their home, managed his social calendar, comforted him after long surgeries, and endured his
ll along, in every missed anniversary, every canceled plan, e
hemorrhage of her own devotion. It was a way to give herself a finish line, an escape from a marriage that was hollowing her out
ious, coughing, but otherwise seemed unharmed. He held her as if she were an object of irreplaceable val
ce looked f
's body finally surrendered. The adrenaline receded, and he
k. She remembered the charity gala where she first met him. He was the most brilliant, captivating man she had ever seen.
that. But when he proposed six months later, she thought she had
guest. "Blake only married her because Ariana got married. He needed a distraction, a wife to satisfy his family. Poor girl thinks he actually loves her." Each syllable was a nail, pinning t
er marriage. It was the day she went out and bought the plain black journal. It was he
d everything. The points on her list disappeared with terrifying speed. H
os? Your husband is stable. He inhaled a great deal of smoke, but
ine, he'll come to his senses," Sarah said, placing a hand on
te in her mouth. She stood up and walked o
walked to the closet and took out the bla
n into a burning
d he would give up
e page. She did not write immediately, but felt the cool weight of the bar
saving her, and his first and l
a few points left. Very

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