She Announced My Replacement at the Ballet. Then the Curtain Rose on Her Ruin.

move inside me.

Not softness.

Not rage.

Something colder.

“We did.”

His eyes brightened slightly, sensing an opening.

“Celeste was a mistake.”

That was the first time he called her that.

Not partner.

Not peace.

Mistake.

I wondered if she felt it somewhere across Manhattan, like a draft under a locked door.

“She’s pregnant,” he said.

The room changed.

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