The Light on the Seine Never Reached the Me He Remembered
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I straighten up after three back-to-back all-nighters, my stomach aching so badly I can barely stand up straight. At one in the morning, I head to the twenty-four-hour diner below my studio for a bowl of soup, just to keep myself going.
Steam rises off the bowl, and when I look up, my blood goes cold.
Beckett Wexford, my husband, head of the Wexford Group and a man with a serious germ phobia, sits right there, completely out of place in this greasy late-night diner.
He patiently picks the onions out of her burger, one piece at a time, while the girl next to him laughs, bright and carefree, her profile eerily close to what mine looked like at twenty.
"Beckett, you're so bad at this. It's just an onion."
The man who's been ice cold to me for years has a look in his eyes I've never seen before, soft, doting, like she's something precious to him.
"Hold on, almost done."
Eight years of marriage, and I turned myself into some neurotic housekeeper. Turns out all that tenderness was just going somewhere else.
I pull out my phone and open the divorce agreement I drafted a while ago.
Eight years. It's time to get myself out of this.
Steam rises off the bowl, and when I look up, my blood goes cold.
Beckett Wexford, my husband, head of the Wexford Group and a man with a serious germ phobia, sits right there, completely out of place in this greasy late-night diner.
He patiently picks the onions out of her burger, one piece at a time, while the girl next to him laughs, bright and carefree, her profile eerily close to what mine looked like at twenty.
"Beckett, you're so bad at this. It's just an onion."
The man who's been ice cold to me for years has a look in his eyes I've never seen before, soft, doting, like she's something precious to him.
"Hold on, almost done."
Eight years of marriage, and I turned myself into some neurotic housekeeper. Turns out all that tenderness was just going somewhere else.
I pull out my phone and open the divorce agreement I drafted a while ago.
Eight years. It's time to get myself out of this.


















































