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braced her hand on the wall, supporting her buckling knees. “Gayle is in there with Matt?”
    “You think I would have given her up otherwise?”
    “This can’t be happening.”
    “We haven’t even gone to court yet,” Alan continued. “The divorce hearing’s a month away, but Gayle and Matt can’t stop, even while knowing I’m working across the hall or a floor below.”
    So she had to ask. “What’s stopping you from ripping that door off its hinges and —"
    “I finally realized Gayle’s not worth it. Neither is Matt, by the way.” He ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes for a second, but he couldn’t hide the pain. “And she’s taking me for every dime I have. Or at least she thinks she is. I have three private investigators on her. By the time our case goes to court, my attorneys while have such an ironclad case built against Gayle that she’ll be on her knees begging for my scraps.”
    “I don’t know what to say.” Digesting all this information proved impossible. If not for the juice settling her churning stomach, Vania would have vomited. “I’m stunned.”
    “I’ve been there.” He nodded. “On many days, I’m still there.”
    “I don’t know how you work around Matt while keeping your temper in check.”
    “It’s not easy.” He looked up at the ceiling for a second and took a deep breath. “Around Christmas, I first caught Gayle cheating, not with Matt, but with another man. Maybe Matt doesn’t know about him or perhaps doesn’t care. But neither Gayle nor Matt realizes I’m on to them .”
    Vania wouldn’t tip off Matt, either. “I wish I had a portion of your strength.”
    “You’ll find it once the shock wears off. Remember, my divorce hearing is a month away. That’s when Gayle’s extramarital affairs with Matt and the other bastard will be aired. In the meantime, if you do what I recommended, you’ll keep what’s left of your pride.” He lifted her chin with the crook of his finger. “Vania, that’s worth more than you realize.” Alan took her hand and started leading her down the hall. “Go home and think carefully about how you’re going to handle this.”
    Home? The place she shared with Matt? How could she go back there?
    “Goodnight, Alan.”
    “Try and get some sleep.”
    Vania was numb by the time she made it to her car. Every few seconds she reminded her body to breathe, to take some air inside her lungs then exhale.
    Her phone buzzed again. She’d lost count on calls from D. Easton. Without a doubt, Vania would be reprimanded first thing tomorrow morning. But right now, talking to Drake or anyone else was impossible.  
    It took three tries before she got her car door open. Somehow, Vania slid behind the steering wheel, though she didn’t remember getting in the car. She rubbed the knee she banged on the gearshift and glanced at the dashboard clock. Only ninety minutes passed since she first parked there.  
    She rested her forehead on the steering wheel, dropped her arms, and closed her eyes. Could she stay right here, not move for another ninety minutes or maybe a year?   “How could my entire life change in ninety minutes?”
    “Miss Lange?”
    Vania peeked from the corner of her eye. Surely Drake Easton wasn’t kneeling next to her with Evan standing right behind him.
    “You’re here,” Vania managed. “Both of you are here.”
    “Yes,” Evan said. “Come out, Vania.”
    She shook her head no. “My legs are on a labor strike.”
    Leaning in with his forearm braced against the dashboard, Drake moved his eyes up and down her slumping form. “Are you hurt?”
    “No.” She turned away her face and let her forehead land back on the steering wheel.
    “Are you sick?” Evan asked.
      Fingertips prodded her forehead, and then eased her face from the steering wheel. She kept her eyes downcast as tears fell like fat raindrops. With care, Drake cupped her face in one hand and swiped her cheek with his thumb. She