Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 235

Chapter 230: The Phone Call To Nick

SEDONA

On the 26th of December, Adaeze was seated on a sofa in the sitting room of the Lincoln Park house, with her case file open, her phone face up, and the written interim order on the screen. Only three days away, in a neutral location near the family centre the court regularly uses. The social worker had confirmed the location for the afternoon slot. The 26th of December remained part of Christmas by Logan’s existing arrangement. That was the part I had held in advance, the part I had prepared for, the part I had told myself was acceptable because it was only right and reasonable to do so.

But the 26th was mine. “December twenty-sixth,” Adaeze said. “Two hours, supervised, neutral location. The social worker is someone I’ve worked with professionally unobtrusively before. She’ll be present, but she’s not there to interfere.” She looked at me. “She’s there to satisfy the court’s requirement and nothing more.”

I nodded.

“Sedona.”

“I’m here, I said.

She looked at me for a moment with her professional precision. I couldn’t read her face to know or even suspect her thoughts. Her eye focused on mine, she remarked. “I’m not your typical lawyer.” Then she

closed the case document.

I called Mrs. Peterson at seven. She picked up on the second ring with the particular promptness of someone who had been waiting for the call. As I said, I reminded her about the visitation on the 26th, under the conditions. The visitation will be supervised at a neutral location for two hours.”

A pause on her end. She was not surprised. I had the sense she had been tracking the matter from her side of Logan’s household with the careful attention she gave to things that mattered. “I’ll make sure he knows tonight. He’s going to be very happy.”

I clenched my fingers. “Thank you for everything you’ve done,” I said.

She nodded, and I noticed that the warmth in it was quiet and complete.

My phone rang at 8.30 pm. I checked it was Nick calling. I picked up the call, and my mother, who was sitting in the sitting room, noticed that the call came from Nick. She looked at me calculatedly. She stood up and went to the kitchen. That showed my mother understood the geometry of a moment.

I picked up. His voice had a quality I hadn’t heard in it before. I wasn’t necessarily careful when registering with him. I never bothered about the cautious person he used to be. He usually acts so when he hopes something to be true and isn’t certain yet. I miffed, and I hadn’t moved. I know he wanted something fuller and something more fascinating.

“Mrs. Peterson told me you’re coming on the twenty-sixth,” he said.

“Correct, I’m coming on the twenty-sixth.”

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“To see me?”

“That is correct.”

He took a beat. The type of beat he took when something was settling in him really.

“In person, not through a middle person,” he said.

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He was quiet for a moment. I let it sit, and to get the full weight of it. We shall be in the same room, three days away. He needed to hold it before he could move through it, and I knew this about him. I had always known this. He required a moment to convert hope into fact before he could speak from the point of the fact.

“Can we make the constellation then?” he said. “The new one.”

I closed my eyes and opened them. The Lincoln Park sitting room, the fireplace, the over-furnished rental warmth of it. “Yes,” I said. “We’ll make the constellation.”

“A good one.”

“The best one,” I said. “We’ll decide the name together.”

“I’ve been thinking of names,” he said. With the tone of someone who had been conducting preliminary research. “I have some options.”

“Tell me.”

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