Rise of the Formidable Ex-wife (Lucia and Alex) novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259

The morning felt different from the others that had come before it Not Band A could not quite name, the specific lightness that came from believing the worst ofquirthing my chce shot the arrests had happened. The bail had been posted but the legal proceedings were worley bad malas persoaing par the kind of documented evidence that Alexander’s team had been building for work: The Tank discredited by the one person who could do it qost effectively, then own sister coudest kitchen with her first cup of coffee and looked out at the garden and thoughy was maybe time, she could see what coming through the other side of something actually looked like

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we measured woman who had run the school for eleven years and who had clearly desided betyr dy day they h was going to say what needed to be said

“Monica is being bullied,” she began ‘Not physically Nothing that is overtly documented or any muddy the have the much harder to catch and much harder to stop She paused and folded her hands on the de Yu Wind conversations that stop the moment she walks past Groups that close slightly when she appres emplead the la online videos on their personal devices and discussing them in comidon between Flasses Command the situation being repeated by students who heard them from parents who followed the news ryÿKLAGE

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Lucia sat in the chair across from the principal and felt the specific sensation of something she had lulieved was w beginning to give way underneath her

“How long has this been happening?” she asked.

“We became aware of it formally two days ago,” the principal said. “But I believe it has been gang on in some fun doe longer. Possibly since the videos began circulating weeks ago”

They brought Monica out of class. She came into the office with her long wall on her shoulder and her krizidek sader her arm, the way she always carried it, and the moment she saw her paicuts simpy acres from the pregats de che understood why she had been summoned. It was visible in the way she sat down, in the way she get i

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what to share.

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“Monica,” Lucia said carefully, moving slowly a speaking to something started. Why then you

Monica looked at her hands on the sketchbook cover, ander fingers pressing against the

“Because you were already dealing with so much,” she said. “The press conference. The lansuar. The arrest. All of it And kept thinking that what I was going through at school was smaller than what was happening everywhere else, and I didn’t want to be the thing that made it worse for everyone’ She paused. “And also because i didn’t know how to say it WebOM Y sounding like I couldn’t handle it.

The words landed in the room like something heavy

The principal continued speaking, saying practical things about steps the school was taking, about monitoring and documentation and the pastoral team and protocols. Lucia heard the words but they arrived at a distance because the part of her brain that should have been receiving them was occupied with understanding what her thirteen-year-old daughter had just revealed

She didn’t want to sound like she couldn’t handle it

After everything. After the basement. After holding her father’s hand while he died. After the testimony in court. After therapy sessions and nightmares and a press conference where her name was called things in front of cameras. After all of that, Monica had been sitting in art class being called a thief and had decided that mentioning it would be an inconvenience to her family

They drove home mostly in silence Monica sat in the back seat/with her sketchbook on her lap, looking out at the city passing by Alexander barely spoke. Lucia glanced at him twice and saw what was happening in his face, the specific reckoning of someone adding things up and not liking the total that emerged. He had filed lawsuits. He had stood in press conferences and waiting areas and lawyer’s offices. He had deployed every mechanism that his resources made available. And his daughter had been sitting in art class for weeks with things being said at her and had concluded that mentioning it would be a burden.

He had been fighting the visible war while the invisible one was happening in the same house.

That evening he knocked on Monica’s door.

She was at her desk with her pencils arranged in front of her but she was not drawing. She was just sifting with them in careful lines the way she arranged things when her mind needed order around the chaos,

Alexander sat on the edge of the bed and did not have a prepared thing to say. He had come because he needed to be in the room with her, which was different from having a plan for what to do once he was there.

Monica looked at her pencils.

“Will people always think these things about me?” she asked. Her voice was very quiet. Not breaking, just tired in the specifis way of someone who has been carrying something for longer than they should have been

Alexander looked at his daughter’s profile at the question suspended in the air between them, and he felt the weight of it in a way that had nothing to do with legal proceedings or public opinion or anything he had spent the last weeks managing

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