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him now.
    â€œFor what?” Her voice was thick and flat and breathy at once and that, too, was a victory.
    â€œFor all of this.” He thrust his hands back in his pockets. “For your lies, then and now. For playing your little games with honeymoon suites and your bouts of supposed conscience. You make this easy.”
    He turned and started not for the elevators but the front door.
    â€œWhere are you going?”
    Theo had never pretended to be a good man, so he didn’t waste time beating himself up for the dark thrill that moved in him then, at the confusion in her voice that even she couldn’t feign so convincingly. He stopped and looked at her over his shoulder, framed by the marble pillar and the gleaming Chatsfield lobby all around her. She looked lost. Truly lost, this time. He liked it.
    Hell, he reveled in it.
    â€œOut.”
    â€œOut?” As if she didn’t understand the word.
    â€œI don’t want to have a meal with you, Holly,” he told her, and he made no attempt to temper the steel in his voice, or the harshness he could feel in his gaze, and he didn’t care if every last person in the lobby overheard him. “I didn’t want to have half a drink. You’re only good for one thing, and the truth is, I have no idea where you’ve been, do I? I think I’ll take my chances in the clubs instead.”
    She looked dazed. “But...”
    â€œIf you do the same, I’d suggest you dress less Manhattan cocktail party and more Ibiza party girl,” he advised her silkily. “Or I doubt you’ll attract the kind of tourist trade we both know you prefer.”
    â€œI want to make sure I’m understanding you.” She was pale, and he liked that. He wanted this to hurt. He liked that it did. It felt like balance, after far too long. “I’m standing right here, I told you that our separation was based on an awful lie I told four years ago and you’re leaving to go pick up other women at some nightclub.”
    And Theo smiled, enjoying himself for the first time since his secretary had marched into his office a few days ago with Holly on video, wrenching him back into their complicated and unwelcome past.
    This part, he could do. This part, he was small and petty enough to revel in.
    And it still wasn’t the least of what she deserved from him. But he supposed he’d find a way to accept that, too, because he was finished with this. With her.
    â€œI am,” he said, making no attempt to keep that dark amusement from his voice, his face. “But no need to be so glum, Holly. I keep telling you. I don’t give a toss what you do. You’re welcome to come along and watch.”
    * * *
    She stood there for a long time after he left, utterly frozen. Her back was pressed hard against the marble column and her heart seemed to slam back into her chest with every beat, and she couldn’t catch her breath.
    But he didn’t come back. Just like four years ago, he hadn’t come after her.
    Holly supposed it shouldn’t surprise her, but it did.
    Theo had waited for her to respond and when she hadn’t, when she’d only stared back at him in that same confused daze that had felt a great deal as if she’d turned to stone herself, his smile had deepened. And it had hurt much, much worse.
    â€œSuit yourself,” he’d said in that low voice of his, and then he’d laughed at her, mocking and horrible. Again.
    And then he’d turned and walked away from her. Out into the street and the soft Spanish night.
    It took Holly much longer than it should have to accept that he really, truly, had left her there. When she did, she told herself that what she felt then—that great heaviness plummeting through her and leaving deep, deep gashes as it careened off her insides—was anger. Righteous indignation. She’d spent all of this time feeling terrible for how she’d treated him when, in