All Chapters of Fake Dating My Ex’s CEO : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: Victor’s Ultimatum Surfaces

My father called at seven forty in the morning, which meant he’d been awake since five thinking about something and had given it the courtesy of two hours before picking up the phone. That was Victor Cole’s version of restraint.“Breakfast,” he said. Not an invitation.I was at his house by eight thirty.The Westchester property in the morning was different from the garden party version. Quieter. The lawn still holding the cool of the night, the house settled into its own size, my father at the dining table with the Financial Times and a pot of coffee he’d made himself because he trusted no one else to make it correctly. He’d been making his own coffee since before I was born. It was one of the few domestic acts he performed with anything resembling pleasure.He folded the paper when I sat down. That meant the conversation was the point, not the pretence of it.“The party went well yesterday,” he said.“It did.”“Lena handled the Pembreys.”“She did.”He poured coffee into the second

Chapter 22: Ryan’s Desperation

~ Lena POV ~I hadn’t planned on going to the farmer’s market.Maya had texted at nine asking if I wanted to come, the one on the west side she’d been going to since college, good coffee and overpriced sourdough and the specific Saturday morning energy of people who had decided to be cheerful about vegetables. I’d said yes because my apartment felt small and I’d been in my own head since the garden party and sometimes the best thing for a head that won’t quiet is a crowd that isn’t paying attention to you.We were at the cheese stall when I saw him.Ryan, across the market, moving through the crowd with the particular distracted energy of someone who hadn’t come for the cheese. He was looking at his phone and then looking up and scanning, and I understood before his eyes reached me that he’d known I’d be here. Maya had a public Instagram. She’d posted the market’s location at eight forty-five with a coffee cup emoji.I filed that and decided in the two seconds before his eyes found me

Chapter 23: What Lena Doesn’t Know She Knows

Monday morning my boss called me in before I’d finished my first coffee.That was never a good sign.Patricia Huang ran our communications firm the way a surgeon ran an operating theatre, precisely and without sentimentality, and when she asked you to sit down and closed the door it meant the conversation was going to be specific and she expected you to receive it professionally. I sat. I received it professionally.“The coverage,” she said. She had a printed copy of the tabloid piece on her desk and two follow-up pieces I hadn’t seen yet, both from the weekend. “It’s accelerating.”I looked at the pieces. The weekend ones were more pointed than the original, the curious warmth of the first story having given way to a particular edge, questions about my professional background, speculation about how I’d met Adrian, one piece describing me as a woman who had appeared in the billionaire CEO’s life with convenient timing.Convenient timing.I kept my expression neutral.“I want to be cle

Chapter 24: Coffee That Isn’t In the Script

He knocked at seven forty-three on a Tuesday evening.I know because I’d just looked at the clock wondering whether it was too early to go to bed, which it was, which meant I was going to spend another two hours pretending to read and actually thinking about things I’d decided not to think about. The knock was three times, unhurried, the kind of knock that wasn’t apologetic about existing.I wasn’t expecting anyone.I looked through the peephole out of habit and then stood very still for a moment on my side of the door.I opened it.Adrian was in the same jacket he’d worn to the office that morning, which meant he’d come directly from somewhere work-related and not from home, and he was holding a folder I recognised as the revised guest list amendment I’d left at Cole Industries three days ago and apparently forgotten entirely.“You left this,” he said.I looked at the folder. “I did.”“Priya noticed. She was going to courier it but I was,” he paused, something in the pause that wasn’

Chapter 25: The “V” Contact

The folder was still on my table the next morning.I looked at it over my first coffee and thought about texting Adrian that he’d left it, then thought about what that text would sound like and decided to bring it to the office myself, which was either practical or an excuse and I wasn’t ready to determine which.I emailed Priya instead. Told her I had the folder and would drop it off Thursday when I was already coming in for the revised event briefing. Priya replied in four minutes: “Perfect, thank you.” Clean. Efficient. The folder stopped being something I needed to think about.I got ready for work.The handoff happened at eleven, not Thursday, because Adrian’s assistant called at ten forty to say Adrian needed the amendment numbers from the folder for a meeting at noon and could I bring it over or scan the relevant pages.I brought it over.Priya met me at reception and I handed her the folder and she thanked me and that was the whole of it, four minutes including the lift, and I

Chapter 26: Vanessa Makes Herself Known

The gallery opening was on a Thursday.Cole Foundation sponsored it, which meant Adrian and I were expected, which meant Priya had sent a briefing three days in advance with the artist’s background, the guest list, and a note at the bottom that said simply: “High media presence. Plan accordingly.” I’d worn the black dress again, the structured one, the one that had stopped feeling like armour and started feeling like mine.The gallery was the kind of space that took itself seriously without being humourless about it, white walls and considered lighting and the particular energy of a room full of people who had opinions about art and wanted somewhere to put them. We arrived at seven. The room was already full.Adrian’s hand found the small of my back as we came through the door.I’d stopped registering the gesture three events ago. That was its own kind of information but it was information I’d filed under not tonight and left there.The first hour moved well. I knew the room better th

Chapter 27: Clara’s Warning Gets Clearer

The car dropped me home at ten fifteen.Adrian had said goodnight with the same even efficiency he always said goodnight, hand briefly at my elbow, a comment about the revised brief coming tomorrow, and then the car door and the street and the building entrance and that was the whole of it. Nothing about Vanessa. Nothing about the gallery or the bar or the thirty seconds that had happened in it.I didn’t bring it up.I went upstairs. Took off my shoes at the door. Filled a glass of water and stood at the kitchen window and looked at the street and thought about how he always comes back to me and the specific quality of confidence it had been delivered with. Not a threat. Vanessa Hale didn’t need threats. She’d said it the way you stated a weather pattern. Matter of fact. Inevitable.I was still at the window when someone knocked.Three times. Unhurried.I looked at the time on my phone. Ten forty-seven.I went to the door.Clara Cole was in the hallway.No assistant. No advance notice

Chapter 28: The Weight of Knowing Without Knowing

I didn’t confront him.I want to be clear about that, about the decision and the reasons for it, because it would be easy to frame what happened in the days after the gallery as avoidance. It wasn’t. It was something more deliberate than that.I had no proof. I had a contact name that was a single letter. I had a message preview I’d seen for less than a second. I had Vanessa’s voice at a bar and Clara’s hand at my door and the specific architecture of Adrian’s distraction assembled over ten weeks of paying careful attention. None of that was proof. All of it was instinct, and instinct without evidence was not something I was willing to carry into a conversation that could not be taken back.So I didn’t confront him.What I did instead was quieter and, I understood somewhere underneath the decision, more honest about where I actually was. I kept showing up. I kept performing. I did the events and the dinners and the coordinated press management with the same professional precision I’d

Chapter 29: Ethan Befriends Lena

I arrived at the foundation cocktail event early.Not intentionally. The car had made better time than expected and the venue was already open and the staff were still arranging the last of the centrepieces, so I found a quiet corner near the window with a glass of water and watched the room prepare itself for people and thought about nothing in particular, which was what I did now when I had unscheduled minutes. I’d stopped filling them.Ethan Brooks arrived twelve minutes before Adrian.I’d met him at six events now. He was Adrian’s best friend and company vice president and the kind of person who was easy to underestimate because his warmth was so genuine that people sometimes missed the sharpness underneath it. I’d stopped underestimating him somewhere around the second event, when I’d watched him manage a difficult board member with the specific expertise of someone who’d been doing it long enough to make it look like conversation.He spotted me in my corner and crossed the room

Chapter 30: Adrian and Vanessa Fight

~ Adrian POV ~I knew before I got home.Not from anything specific. Just the accumulated weight of a week that had been pressing on me from too many directions at once, the foundation event and Ethan in the corner with Lena before I arrived and the look on her face when I reached them, composed and steady and just fractionally too careful in a way that had been costing me sleep for two weeks.Vanessa was on the sofa when I came in. She had her laptop open and a glass of wine beside her and the particular stillness of someone who had been waiting long enough that the waiting had become its own activity.She looked up when I closed the door.“Late,” she said.“The event ran long.” I set my jacket over the chair. “How was the magazine sitting?”“Fine. The photographer was good.” She closed her laptop. “There are photographs from tonight already. Someone with a long lens near the entrance.”I looked at her.“You and Lena are arriving,” she said. Her voice was even. “Her hand on your arm

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