<span id="kobo.7.1">T<span id="kobo.8.1">he next morning, Dom<span id="kobo.9.1"> left early for a meeting. <span id="kobo.9.2">I woke up with renewed energy and a n.
<span id="kobo.10.1">I kept reying in my mind the evening Malcolm came to the hotel. <span id="kobo.10.2">He’d called me a coward. <span id="kobo.10.3">And I <span id="kobo.11.1">had<span id="kobo.12.1"> been a coward for these past few years. <span id="kobo.12.2">Every time he wanted to meet me, there was someone from my family with me. <span id="kobo.12.3">The truth was, I couldn’t bear the idea of being alone with him. <span id="kobo.12.4">He was always more vicious if it was just the two of us. <span id="kobo.12.5">Even when only Francesca was around, he didn’t dare talk to me the way he did when he thought no one else could hear him.
<span id="kobo.13.1">But today, that was going to change.
<span id="kobo.14.1">I didn’t want to call him because I wasn’t ready to hear his voice yet, so I shot him a message.
<span id="kobo.15.1">Reese: I want to talk to you and Francesca.
<span id="kobo.16.1">Malcolm: Where?
<span id="kobo.17.1">Reese: Give me your address.
<span id="kobo.18.1">I wouldn’t have the meeting in a public ce. <span id="kobo.18.2">If there was going to be a scene, no one else would witness it. <span id="kobo.18.3">I was done with these two.
<span id="kobo.19.1">Thest time I’d been alone with them in the same room was when I caught them having sex. <span id="kobo.19.2">It had been an awful evening. <span id="kobo.19.3">In the span of fifteen seconds, my life fell apart, and my heart cracked in two. <span id="kobo.19.4">It hadn’t healed until I met Dom.
<span id="kobo.20.1">I was astounded when he texted me the address. <span id="kobo.20.2">They were living in a nice neighborhood. <span id="kobo.20.3">Why would he need money then? <span id="kobo.20.4">I called a car and Ubered there—I didn’t want to drive myself because once I was done with them, I knew I wouldn’t feel like driving.
<span id="kobo.21.1">I looked around when I stepped out of the car. <span id="kobo.21.2">The house they lived in was rtively small, but the rent still had to be enormous based on this location.
<span id="kobo.22.1">I walked up to the front door, knocking twice. <span id="kobo.22.2">It swung open immediately, Malcolm obviously having been waiting for me. <span id="kobo.22.3">Francesca was farther inside the room. <span id="kobo.22.4">I stepped in and felt the tension in the air. <span id="kobo.22.5">No one said anything at all.
<span id="kobo.23.1">‘Well, I’m here,’ I said when it became apparent that neither of them was going to speak. <span id="kobo.23.2">‘I thought that after hounding me for so long, you’d have something to say when I finally saw you on my own.’
<span id="kobo.24.1">The two of them exchanged a nce. <span id="kobo.24.2">I realized on the spot that they’d hoped to corner me on their terms, like they did at the charity event. <span id="kobo.24.3">Perhaps that was why they signed up for it—not because they nned to donate any money or get any business contacts, but to reach me.
<span id="kobo.25.1">‘So, let me get this straight,’ I started, sounding braver than I felt. <span id="kobo.25.2">‘You thought you could move back to Chicago and what? <span id="kobo.25.3">Intimidate me into giving you money?’
<span id="kobo.26.1">They remained silent. <span id="kobo.26.2">I looked from one to the other.
<span id="kobo.27.1">Finally, Malcolm spoke up. <span id="kobo.27.2">‘Killing the spa business wasn’t fair, and you know that.’
<span id="kobo.28.1">‘I hope this is not your way of appealing to my conscience,’ I told Malcolm. <span id="kobo.28.2">‘The deal fell apart because I found you fucking her.’
<span id="kobo.29.1">Francesca turned red. <span id="kobo.29.2">She nced to one side, avoiding my gaze.
<span id="kobo.30.1">‘You two have spent far too much time thinking you can push me around. <span id="kobo.30.2">You destroyed me after using me as an ATM for years.’
<span id="kobo.31.1">‘No, we didn’t,’ Malcolm denied.
<span id="kobo.32.1">‘Really? <span id="kobo.32.2">All those trips and stuff I bought. <span id="kobo.32.3">I never minded because I always liked sharing my wealth with the people I cared about. <span id="kobo.32.4">But you two are on another level altogether. <span id="kobo.32.5">I just have one question: How long had this been going on before I discovered it?’
<span id="kobo.33.1">I looked straight at Francesca. <span id="kobo.33.2">She’d been my best friend for years before I met Malcolm. <span id="kobo.33.3">We’d been like sisters since college; we’d met on orientation day and had been joined at the hip ever since.
<span id="kobo.34.1">‘Almost since you started dating him,’ she said.
<span id="kobo.35.1">My heart started to crack again. <span id="kobo.35.2">I felt light-headed knowing now this had been going on for years. <span id="kobo.35.3">I’d made up so many scenarios in my mind, wondering when he might have turned to her. <span id="kobo.35.4">But they’d been cheating on me for <span id="kobo.36.1">years<span id="kobo.37.1">. <span id="kobo.37.2">My vision faded at the corners, but the knowledge only gave me strength.
<span id="kobo.38.1">‘I can’t believe you two are so callous. <span id="kobo.38.2">Especially after you had a baby.’
<span id="kobo.39.1">I wondered where the baby was. <span id="kobo.39.2">Maybe with Francesca’s mother. <span id="kobo.39.3">She’d always hinted she wanted to be a grandmother.
<span id="kobo.40.1">She turned to Malcolm. <span id="kobo.40.2">‘Well, he can’t make enough money otherwise. <span id="kobo.40.3">His job barely covers the cost, and I want a certain lifestyle,’ she said, sounding more vicious than I’d ever heard her.
<span id="kobo.41.1">“So he turned to the only source of money he knew: me.’ <span id="kobo.41.2">The room faded away before slowly taking shape again.
<span id="kobo.42.1">How could I have been so utterly manipted?
<span id="kobo.43.1">‘You don’t get toe here and belittle me in front of my wife,’ Malcolm snapped.
<span id="kobo.44.1">Strangely, I didn’t feel anything at his mention of the word <span id="kobo.45.1">wife<span id="kobo.46.1">. <span id="kobo.46.2">It didn’t hurt that they were together anymore. <span id="kobo.46.3">The betrayal was the only thing that had left deep marks, but I was starting to ept them as part of me. <span id="kobo.46.4">It didn’t mean I wasn’t whole or that I wasn’t worthy of love. <span id="kobo.46.5">It simply meant I had a past, just as Dom said.
<span id="kobo.47.1">‘You two aren’t going to get a thing from me.’
<span id="kobo.48.1">Malcolm turned white. <span id="kobo.48.2">Francesca looked at him in disgust.
<span id="kobo.49.1">‘So if that’s why you came to Chicago,’ I continued, ‘you can move back to wherever you came from. <span id="kobo.49.2">I’m not giving you any money.’
<span id="kobo.50.1">Malcolm set his jaw.
<span id="kobo.51.1">Yep, Den was right.
<span id="kobo.52.1">‘I’m not that scared and hurt woman you left behind years ago. <span id="kobo.52.2">I’m strong. <span id="kobo.52.3">I know my worth, and nothing you can do is going to diminish it, so get the fuck out of my city,’ I sneered.
<span id="kobo.53.1">Francesca threw her hands up in the air. <span id="kobo.53.2">‘God! <span id="kobo.53.3">You’re an idiot, Malcolm. <span id="kobo.53.4">I told you this would never work. <span id="kobo.53.5">I’m moving back to my parents’ with our daughter.’
<span id="kobo.54.1">‘Babe, you can’t do this. <span id="kobo.54.2">I promise I’ll get money one way or another,’ he pleaded.
<span id="kobo.55.1">But she just turned around, disappearing into one of the rooms.
<span id="kobo.56.1">I couldn’t even pity him. <span id="kobo.56.2">This was exactly what he deserved. <span id="kobo.56.3">‘It feels horrible, doesn’t it? <span id="kobo.56.4">To be left like this?’
<span id="kobo.57.1">I walked to the front door with determined steps. <span id="kobo.57.2">He made no move to stop me. <span id="kobo.57.3">The second I was outside, I drew in a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
<span id="kobo.58.1">I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. <span id="kobo.58.2">I mentally high-fived myself.
<span id="kobo.59.1">I was free.
<span id="kobo.60.1">***
<span id="kobo.62.1">Dom
<span id="kobo.65.1">‘W<span id="kobo.66.1">hat do you mean, cancel<span id="kobo.67.1"> all meetings?’ <span id="kobo.67.2">Charlene asked the second I stepped into the office.
<span id="kobo.68.1">‘I need to take care of something this morning.’
<span id="kobo.69.1">‘Is it rted to the article?’ <span id="kobo.69.2">she asked as I sat down.
<span id="kobo.70.1">‘Do we have any reactions regarding that?’
<span id="kobo.71.1">She winced. <span id="kobo.71.2">‘The publication reached out to you for ament. <span id="kobo.71.3">I declined.’
<span id="kobo.72.1">‘Thank you,’ I said sincerely.
<span id="kobo.73.1">‘And the press that’s covering the next collectionunch also reached out.’
<span id="kobo.74.1">I set my jaw. <span id="kobo.74.2">‘That can’t be helped. <span id="kobo.74.3">We’ll just cate them.’
<span id="kobo.75.1">She raised a brow. <span id="kobo.75.2">‘I must say, you’re taking this far better than I imagined.’
<span id="kobo.76.1">Only a few months ago, this would have bothered me enormously. <span id="kobo.76.2">But right now, all I wanted was to make sure Reese was okay.
<span id="kobo.77.1">‘Do you need anything else from me?’ <span id="kobo.77.2">she asked.
<span id="kobo.78.1">‘No, thanks.’
<span id="kobo.79.1">The second she left, I made a n. <span id="kobo.79.2">I hadn’t bothered asking my investigative team to get Malcolm’s address when I first looked into him, but I had an idea about how to get it.
<span id="kobo.80.1">I didn’t have Den Maxwell’s number, but since he was an attorney, I assumed I’d find his information online. <span id="kobo.80.2">His website had a phone number listed. <span id="kobo.81.1">What do you know? <span id="kobo.81.2">There’s at least one Maxwell listing their number.<span id="kobo.82.1"> I called it immediately.
<span id="kobo.83.1">‘Den Maxwell’s office. <span id="kobo.83.2">How may I help you?’ <span id="kobo.83.3">a guy answered.
<span id="kobo.84.1">‘Hello, I’m looking for Den Maxwell.’
<span id="kobo.85.1">‘Are you a client?’
<span id="kobo.86.1">‘No.’
<span id="kobo.87.1">‘What can we help you with?’
<span id="kobo.88.1">‘Tell him Dominic Waldorf wants to speak to him about Reese.’
<span id="kobo.89.1">The other guy made a sound I didn’tprehend, and then I heard a muffled ‘He says it’s Dominic Waldorf.’
<span id="kobo.90.1">‘Transfer the call to me,’ I heard another voice say—probably Den himself.
<span id="kobo.91.1">‘He’ll be right with you,’ the same guy said.
<span id="kobo.92.1">A few secondster, there was a static sound, and then Den’s voice came on. <span id="kobo.92.2">‘Dominic?’
<span id="kobo.93.1">‘Yes.’
<span id="kobo.94.1">‘What’s wrong?’ <span id="kobo.94.2">he asked.
<span id="kobo.95.1">‘I need Malcolm’s address. <span id="kobo.95.2">I have a feeling you know it.’
<span id="kobo.96.1">‘Of course I do.’
<span id="kobo.97.1">‘I need to talk to him face-to-face.’
<span id="kobo.98.1">‘I’ming with you,’ Den said.
<span id="kobo.99.1">‘I appreciate the offer, but I’m handling this.’
<span id="kobo.100.1">‘Listen, that guy is a moron. <span id="kobo.100.2">He knows how to push people’s buttons.”
<span id="kobo.101.1">“He knows how to push Reese’s buttons and all of yours because he’s known you for years,’ I said calmly. <span id="kobo.101.2">‘He doesn’t know me.’
<span id="kobo.102.1">‘Intimidation doesn’t work. <span id="kobo.102.2">I’ve done that for a few years myself.’
<span id="kobo.103.1">‘From what I’ve seen, it hasn’t gotten into his thick skull that Reese isn’t on her own. <span id="kobo.103.2">I’m going to change that.’
<span id="kobo.104.1">‘Fair enough. <span id="kobo.104.2">I’m going to message you the address.’
<span id="kobo.105.1">I left my office the second Den texted me the address. <span id="kobo.105.2">I had a lot of adrenaline, so I just hopped into the car and drove straight to his neighborhood. <span id="kobo.105.3">I was seeing red, and I didn’t even have the guy in front of me. <span id="kobo.105.4">Seeing Reese like thatst evening was excruciating, especially because she didn’t allow me to be there for her. <span id="kobo.105.5">She thought I didn’t realize she was faking sleeping, but of course I did. <span id="kobo.105.6">I knew her body; I could tell when she was awake and when she wasn’t. <span id="kobo.105.7">But I’d taken that as a cue that she needed her space.
<span id="kobo.106.1">Malcolm was in front of the house when I arrived, and so was Francesca.
<span id="kobo.107.1">Just my luck!
<span id="kobo.108.1">A few secondster, I realized they were fighting. <span id="kobo.108.2">She was loading luggage into her car.
<span id="kobo.109.1">‘Come on, Fran. <span id="kobo.109.2">You can’t just leave.’
<span id="kobo.110.1">‘Yes, I can. <span id="kobo.110.2">You’ve promised me you’d get your shit together and start earning some real money for years. <span id="kobo.110.3">I’m done waiting. <span id="kobo.110.4">I’ve got a life to live.’
<span id="kobo.111.1">‘What the hell are you doing here?’ <span id="kobo.111.2">Malcolm asked, noticing me.
<span id="kobo.112.1">‘Oh, for fuck’s sake!’ <span id="kobo.112.2">Francesca eximed. <span id="kobo.112.3">‘First Reese and then this dude? <span id="kobo.112.4">What did you do? <span id="kobo.112.5">ster our address in the newspaper?’
<span id="kobo.113.1">She’s leaving him? <span id="kobo.113.2">Karma is good.
<span id="kobo.114.1">But then I registered what they’d said.
<span id="kobo.115.1">‘Reese was here?’ <span id="kobo.115.2">I asked.
<span id="kobo.116.1">‘Yes,’ Malcolm replied. <span id="kobo.116.2">‘Came to do her own bidding for once.’
<span id="kobo.117.1">He looked beat. <span id="kobo.117.2">What did Reese tell him? <span id="kobo.117.3">Whatever it was, he deserved it.
<span id="kobo.118.1">‘So, what, I’m guessing you’re here to give me a piece of <span id="kobo.119.1">your<span id="kobo.120.1"> mind, too? <span id="kobo.120.2">To feel like a macho man because you’re protecting her?’
<span id="kobo.121.1">‘At least he <span id="kobo.122.1">is<span id="kobo.123.1"> protecting her,’ Francesca shot back. <span id="kobo.123.2">‘You can’t even <span id="kobo.124.1">provide<span id="kobo.125.1"> for your family.’
<span id="kobo.126.1">‘Fran, give it a rest.’ <span id="kobo.126.2">He turned back to me. <span id="kobo.126.3">‘What did you evene for?’ <span id="kobo.126.4">he asked.
<span id="kobo.127.1">‘First, if you ever nt any more stories in rag magazines, you’ll be so fucking sorry. <span id="kobo.127.2">The reason I’m not going after you legally right now is to spare Reese. <span id="kobo.127.3">I’m d she gave you a piece of her mind,’ I said calmly. <span id="kobo.127.4">‘You deserve nothing less. <span id="kobo.127.5">I’m not here to get things off my chest. <span id="kobo.127.6">I couldn’t care less what you two do. <span id="kobo.127.7">I have no history with you. <span id="kobo.127.8">But mark my words, Reese is not alone. <span id="kobo.127.9">She doesn’t only have the Maxwells at her side now. <span id="kobo.127.10">She’s got me, and I’m not going to let you get away with any more of this shit. <span id="kobo.127.11">It’s my understanding that you’re working for Andamosi Investments.’
<span id="kobo.128.1">He took a step back. <span id="kobo.128.2">‘No, I’m not.”
<span id="kobo.129.1">I rolled my eyes. <span id="kobo.129.2">“I’ve got contacts in all industries. <span id="kobo.129.3">Don’t try to deny it. <span id="kobo.129.4">And from what I’ve heard here, you’re not doing so great financially, right? <span id="kobo.129.5">So here’s the deal. <span id="kobo.129.6">Disappear from Reese’s life, or you’ll find yourself without that job too. <span id="kobo.129.7">Got it?’
<span id="kobo.130.1">‘Oh, for fuck’s sake. <span id="kobo.130.2">Malcolm, don’t screw that up too. <span id="kobo.130.3">You could barely <span id="kobo.131.1">get<span id="kobo.132.1"> the job,’ Francesca said. <span id="kobo.132.2">‘You’ll have to pay alimony, trust me.’
<span id="kobo.133.1">Damn, she was a piece of work. <span id="kobo.133.2">He was a scumbag, sure, but he was still her husband, yet she was kicking him when he was down.
<span id="kobo.134.1">Then again, it was exactly what he deserved.
<span id="kobo.135.1">‘How do you know that?’ <span id="kobo.135.2">he questioned me. <span id="kobo.135.3">“Not even Den Maxwell found that out.”
<span id="kobo.136.1">‘You’ve paid off the wrong people. <span id="kobo.136.2">The Maxwells aren’t the only ones who can investigate you.’ <span id="kobo.136.3">I crossed my arms and red at him. <span id="kobo.136.4">‘So here’s what we’ll do. <span id="kobo.136.5">You will never attempt to contact Reese or the other Maxwells again. <span id="kobo.136.6">You will not go to the press. <span id="kobo.136.7">And you will never, not once, see Reese again.’
<span id="kobo.137.1">I didn’t wait to see their reactions, just turned around and got in my car. <span id="kobo.137.2">I had better things to do—like showing Reese that she was my world.
<span id="kobo.138.1">She’de here without even telling me about it. <span id="kobo.138.2">It was time for my woman to understand that we were in this together.