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40. Jennifer's return
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Reese POV “Reese…?” Spencer gasped as he opened the door to me. He clearly hadn’t expected me to show up at his place; I hadn’t warned him beforehand, precisely because I didn’t want him coming up with excuses to avoid me. Spencer and I had a lot to talk about.“It’s Venus to you, darling,” I said, my voice sharp as I stepped into his apartment without waiting for permission. “My real name is reserved for the truly intimate people in my life, if you catch my drift.”The place was spacious, with industrial decor that screamed single guy’s bachelor pad. “You won’t believe it, but I met your wife,” I said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “She’s so charming, treated me so well. But I’m sure you already know that, don’t you?”Spencer sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I heard about it. Alice told me Roseanne went to see you,” he admitted.In that moment, something broke inside me, a crack splintering through my heart. I’d clung to the hope that Roseanne was anything but his
Traded For His First Love 128. Facing the Storm
Reese POV The kitchen hummed with the chaotic warmth of morning, a messy symphony that wrapped around my heart even as the world outside threatened to unravel it. Sammy’s giggles filled the air as he smeared syrup across his pancakes, leaving sticky trails on the table, while Avie babbled about her favorite cartoon, her curls bouncing with every wave of her syrup-coated fork. I couldn’t help but smile, their joy a fleeting anchor against the storm brewing inside me. Elliot sat across from me, pouring orange juice into the kids’ cups, his movements steady but his smile tight, shadowed by the same distance I’d felt last night in bed. The memory of those early hours — his arms around me, our bodies entwined, my words about our family’s future — warmed me, but his quiet reserve lingered like a knot I couldn’t untie. I wanted to reach across the table, to ask what was wrong, but the weight of yesterday held me back. Roseanne’s slap still burned, not just on my cheek but in my soul, her
Traded For His First Love 127. A Silent Fracture
Elliot POV The bedroom was cloaked in the hush of four a.m., the kind of stillness that made every thought feel louder, heavier. I lay beside Reese, her body curled against mine, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold knot of betrayal in my chest. The day had been a storm — her desperate call, the way she’d collapsed against me outside Lunaris Event, the story of Roseanne’s slap and accusations spilling from her lips. I’d held her, promised to confront Spencer, brought her home, and tucked her in, but now, in the quiet, Jennifer’s words from the garage haunted me: “Avie is your daughter, Elliot. Reese has been lying to you.” The truth — if it was the truth — was a blade, and it was cutting me open.Reese stirred, her breath soft against my neck, and I turned to look at her. The faint moonlight slipping through the curtains traced her face — the curve of her cheek, the lashes resting against her skin, the vulnerability that made my heart ache even now. She’d been through hell toda
