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Chapter 9 

The next day, his grandmother came. 

First time I’d ever seen her. Hartwell rules: you had to have Christmas dinner with the family 

before meeting the grandmother. 

Five years. Countless women had met her. 

The actual wife? Never. 

She sat down, all kind face. Pulled out an emerald pendant, her welcome gift. 

“Evie. There you are. You’re even prettier in person.” 

She held out an emerald pendant. “This was mine. Consider it an apology. From the whole family.” 

I smiled, fake, polite. “I can’t accept this, Mrs. Hartwell.” 

She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Look. I talk to Jon every single year. He’s stubborn as hell. Your brother gave him a wake-up call. I gave him another one. I think he finally gets it.” 

A beat. “Just… think about it. Give him one more chance. Every marriage has its rough patches. And you two? You actually love each other. Don’t throw that away over something fixable.” 

She paused. “And if he messes up again? I’ll deal with him myself.” 

I stopped pretending. 

“You talked to him every year. So why didn’t he ever bring me home?” 

“Whether I’m family or not, that was your call too, wasn’t it?” 

She blinked. Lost some composure. “I talked. He didn’t listen.” 

I smiled. Cold. “If he doesn’t listen to you, how can you promise to handle him later?” 

Her face cycled through about fifty different shades. She had nothing. 

Alex stepped in. “Save the act, Mrs. Hartwell. It’s not gonna work here. 

“She’s divorcing him. End of discussion. My sister needs to rest. You need to leave.” 

The guards walked her out. 

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At the door, she looked back. 

Something in her eyes. 

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