Sebastian had seen Isla weeks ago and never said a word to me. He’d been carrying that secret too, in silence, the way he seemed to carry everything.
I didn’t confront him right away. Not because I wasn’t ready, I was. But I knew this conversation could blow up everything I’d spent sixteen years putting back together.
I needed to figure out what I actually wanted from him first. What I needed him to say. What I would do if his answers messed me up all over again. So I gave myself a week.
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The week looked totally normal from the outside. Work, Isla, gala planning rolling along like nothing was wrong. Vendor confirmations, final numbers. Sebastian showed up for every meeting. Calm, focused, taking up space the way he always did. We were polite and professional. Nothing showed.
But
