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91. After this....
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2026-07-10 19:16:06
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Her Exodus, His Regret. 95. The evening of Seventeen
95. The evening of Seventeen The evening arrived the way it always did, washing the sky in soft streaks of purple and orange. Inside the penthouse, Kimberly stood a step behind Dahlia, studying her reflection with the critical eye of someone determined to get every last detail right."The makeup is subtle enough," Kimberly announced with satisfaction as she took a step back, finally giving Dahlia room to look at herself properly.Dahlia leaned in slightly toward the vanity mirror, studying her reflection from one angle before tilting her head the other way. Her fingers hovered uncertainly near her cheek, as though expecting to find something out of place.Her brows drew together."Isn't this..." she hesitated, "a little too much?"Kimberly let out an exaggerated sigh."Dahlia.""Hm?""You've been looking at yourself for the past five minutes trying to find a problem that doesn't exist."Dahlia pursed her lips."I don't know...""You look perfect.""I do?""You do."Kimberly rested bo
Her Exodus, His Regret. 94. The Beginning of Seventeen...
94. The Beginning of Seventeen...Three days had passed since the evening in Dahlia's office, carrying with them a strange kind of quiet neither of them had been able to explain.The resort expansion, however, waited for no one.With the structural work finally behind them, the project had eased into its final phase. Workers now moved through the grounds with purpose, clearing away the last traces of construction while furniture, décor, and finishing details gradually transformed concrete and steel into something worthy of welcoming its first guests.The countdown had reached nine days.The end was finally within sight.Dahlia was already up and about, dressed in loose clothes and was heading downstairs for breakfast when the sharp buzz on her bedside table halted her actions. She reached for the phone almost absently. The moment the screen lit up beneath her fingers, she stopped. Lucien. Her grip faltered just enough for the phone to slip against her palm before she caught it again
Her Exodus, His Regret. 93. Now they both knew.
93. Now they both knew. The silence had barely settled between them when the sharp buzz of a phone cut cleanly through it.Both their eyes dropped toward the table.Dahlia moved first.She moved almost too quickly, as though the phone call had arrived with the perfect excuse to put distance between herself and everything waiting inside that room. She could still feel Lucien's gaze on the back of her neck but didn't dare look back. "Hey" her voice was hoarse for no reason. "Gaux""Miss, your coffee is ready. Do you need me to bring it into the conference room?""No" she replied almost immediately. "My office will do just fine". "Okay Miss". Dahlia hesitated a bit before hanging up. Then, turned back to Lucien. He was still in that position she'd left him, eyes on the blueprint now, flipping through a page. Or at least, he looked like he was. The page hadn't changed since she'd walked away."Uh..." she stepped toward him, heels clicking softly across the polished floor. "I guess we
Her Exodus, His Regret. 92. Walking beside you...
92. Walking beside you...Morning had settled comfortably over the city by the time DAH Global Headquarters stirred into its usual rhythm. Sunlight poured over the glass exterior, catching the steady flow of employees coming and going through the main entrance, while another day quietly announced itself.Outside, two sleek black cars glided into the executive parking lot almost simultaneously.They came to a smooth halt opposite each other.For one suspended moment, neither door opened.Then Lucien stepped out first.He adjusted the cuff of his charcoal suit almost absently before lifting his head. The crisp morning breeze caught lightly against his hair, carrying with it the quiet confidence that seemed to follow him everywhere.Across from him, Dahlia emerged from her own car.She wore a tailored black suit dress, elegant in its simplicity, every clean line fitting her with effortless precision. The morning light caught against the silver clasp at her waist as she straightened, one
Her Exodus, His Regret. 91. After this....
91. After this....The evening sun came through the windows in long golden strips, warming the apartment into something almost drowsy.Kimberly already left. The penthouse was quiet, in the specific way it always was when there was genuinely no one else in it. Only the soft rustle of papers and the flipping from one page to another which echoed in Dahlia's room. She hadn't gone to DAH Global that day. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed instead, surrounded by everything the resort expansion had become over the past months. Architectural sketches. Financial projections. Supplier quotations. Mr. Fisher's notes from three different meetings, annotated in her own handwriting in the margins.She was trying to lose herself in work.It almost worked.Except every few minutes, her mind found its way back to the gala. Not to anything specific. To the blank. That missing stretch of the evening that started in the balcony and refused to surface no matter how much she tried to reach for it
Her Exodus, His Regret. 90. Only one of them knew
90. Only one of them knewMorning arrived gently.Unfortunately, the headache did not.Dahlia groaned and covered her face with both hands. The hangover crashed in fully the moment she tried to sit up, a dull throb settling behind her eyes. She reached instinctively for her temples.Only then did she notice it.A glass of water. Two painkillers. Placed neatly on the bedside table.She drank. Swallowed the pills. Felt marginally more human within a few minutes.Then she noticed the rest.She was in her pajamas.She froze. Looked down. Looked around the room.Her room. Her clothes.She had absolutely no memory of changing.Kimberly walked in a few minutes later, entirely too pleased with herself for this hour."Morning," she said, dropping onto the edge of the bed.Dahlia waited until she'd settled before asking. "Who changed my clothes?""Lucien."Dahlia stopped functioning.Completely. Her soul left the room and did not immediately return.Kimberly let her sit in that for exactly thre
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