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| remembered Jared promising my parents he wouldn't see Tracy again. At that thought, | smacked my forehead.
| can’t believe | forgot to hit record when | was eavesdropping earlier.
If I'd recorded that conversation, | could've used it as hard evidence that Jared and Tracy were still hooking up. |
needed to get my act together. Just because Tracy's baby wasn’t Jared's didn’t mean they hadn't been sleeping
together.
Saturday rolled around, but | was still buried in work. Sof the office staff cin for overtime, Ryan could've
taken the day off since he was just an intern, but he showed up bright and early anyway.
“Ms. Murphy, did you have breakfast?” Ryan asked, placing a pastry bag on the corner of my desk. “I brought
sbread.”
The milky scent hit me, and I glanced at the bag. “Where did you get these? They smell incredible.”
Ryan's voice dropped to a whisper. “I... | made them myself.”
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| looked at him in surprise. Yvonne was a ridiculously picky eater. I'd taught myself to bake a few things for her,
but I could never pull off anything this good.
“No way. You're what, barely twenty? And you can bake like this?” | shook my head in amazement.
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Ryan blushed a little, but he looked pleased. “Go ahead, try it. Letknow what you think.”
| picked one out and took a bite. It was fluffy and light, perfectly sweet. “This is amazing,” | told him with a nod.
A proud smile spread across Ryan's face. Right then, someone called him over to help move stuff around the
hotel.
Jared showed up at my office around noon. After our huge fight yesterday, | assumed things between us were at
rock bottom.
He pushed the door open, looking depressed. And | honestly didn’t think he'd even try to speak to me. He
glanced at the pastries on my desk. “Let's go out for lunch, shall we?” he said.
“No thanks,” | said, my voice flat. “I've got these. I'm good.” It was so weird. Jared had been finding all sorts of
excuses to takeout to eat lately, more than he had in years of our actual marriage.
“You can't just eat that. That's not a real meal,” he argued, frowning at me.
| let out a dry laugh. “Thanks for caring, but I'm watching my weight. This works.”
The fact that i wouldn't even eat with him made his face twist with anger. “We're not divorced yet,” he said, his
voice bitter. “All these years... Doesn't that mean anything to you?” He wantedto think | was the heartless
one.
“I just don’t want to eat. Why are you pushing it?” | said calmly, looking him straight in the eye.
“You're just trying to get to me,” Jared said. His eyes were bloodshot. He hadn't gotten much sleep.
“Glad you noticed. No point in saying it out loud,” | said, turning my attention back to my computer.
Jared didn’t leave in a huff like | expected. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to me. A few minutes later, he
was fast asleep.
| couldn’t believe it. Jared was a total neat freak and ridiculously picky about where he slept. I'd never seen him
just crash in srand
ir like this.
| frowned, watching him. Jared had been acting weird lately. It was almost likeasking for a divorce had
somehow made him fall forall over again. | wasn’t buying it. This was pure ego. He couldn't stand losing
control.
I made a bunch of noise on purpose, but he didn’t even twitch. He was still dead to the world.
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| could see sstaff peeking through the glass walls of the office, whispering to each other. To them, we were
still the happy couple-an lilusion had worked so hard to build.
Suddenly, Jared's head jerked from side to side, and he let out a low, painful groan, | glanced over at him. His
face was all tanse. Even though the lowes blasting, sweat was beading on his forehead. I ignored him and kept
working.
AD
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