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Aven clenched her jaw tightly at Rafael's comment. He was right. She had let him go. It felt like it had been the only decision Aven could possibly make that was semi-correct after all the reckless ones she had made concerning him. Half of her decision to leave was because of her cowardice. The thought of Rafael witnessing just how devastated she was would have killed something in her.  She didn't want him to see how affected she had been when he chose his longtime girlfriend over her. Aven never doubted her decision to flee to Seattle except for this exact moment. What would have happened if she stayed? What lengths was she willing to go to keep Rafael? Did he want her to cause a scene? Confess at their wedding? Maybe if she hadn't seen him get on one knee and propose to Danielle, Aven would have done something more. But proposing to the beautiful brunette had been his choice and Aven wouldn't disrespect herself by begging to be loved by a man who never had any intentions to give her whatever it is that he'd promised. In the end, the guilt and heartbreak had broken Aven enough to escape with a near stranger, for her eyes to finally open wide at the tumultuous affair that had taken place.<br/>
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The worst part was that she couldn't even fully blame Rafael. She'd pushed him over and over to give her more of him, to give parts of him that should only belong to Danielle. When he had given her those aspects, Aven thought it would lead to more. She was a different kind of monster to try to break Danielle and Rafael apart like that - to hope for the worst between the both of them so that she may be able to be happy with Rafael instead.<br/>
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That night, Aven walked home. She let the blistering cold calm her thoughts, pretended that everything was okay when Sebastian asked her about her day. She didn't tell him that Rafael was her boss. She didn't tell him that she'd met up with him after at a bar. She just smiled up at him as he spoke about the new training he'd received, kissed him until her lungs had given out, and tried to erase the image of Rafael against her body as she fell into a dark, dreamless sleep. The next day, Aven ignored Rafael as much as she possibly could as a sous chef. She gritted her teeth and bit her tongue when he criticized the way she worked. She kept her mouth shut when her friends and acquaintances questioned her about her dark mood, accustomed to the bright, charming girl who nearly always had a smile sweetening her lips. Despite her silence on anything that had to do with Rafael, she did not for a moment pretend to be an absolute angel. She glared at Rafael every time he made a snippy comment, purposely setting up dishes and spices in a manner that had aggravated him when she worked for him in New York. When he barked out an order, Aven was quick to shove a dish or two a little harder than necessary. It was petty and childish but Rafael was acting in a similar juvenile manner.<br/>
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"How was work?" Danielle asked lightly, blue eyes boring into her husband's. She took a sip of her red wine, blood curling with anger at the remembrance of what she'd seen. The blonde-haired bitch who had seduced her husband. She hadn't expected to see her here. Not in Seattle where things were supposed to get better for her, Rafael, and Violet. New York had become unbearable as soon as Danielle had found out about Rafael's affair. She'd only stayed for as long as she did so that Rafael could secure the Michellin star before they moved somewhere else. Seattle had been Danielle's choice - Danielle's escape to keep their family nice and protected. So what the fuck was Aven doing in the restaurant that her husband had just come to own? When Rafael kissed Danielle's cheek, all she saw was her husband pushing Aven against some wall, mouth sloped on top of hers while his fingers trailed over her petite, lithe body.<br/>
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"I came by your restaurant today, you know," Danielle started casually, pale fingers gripping onto the wine glass harder. "I wanted to check in on how you were doing, see if there was anything I could do to help," Danielle continued. The brunette brought the rim of the cup to her pouty pink lips, emptying the liquid contents of the glass down her throat. She stared hard at the empty glass, noting how only a single drop remained. "Imagine my fucking surprise when I see that Aven girl barking out orders at some men from the window," Danielle had her own conclusions that she had come to. Rafael hadn't shown any sign of reluctance when she'd mentioned Seattle. At the time, Danielle thought it was to appease her. He'd told her he would make it up to her, that Aven was a mistake, and nothing more. He'd reduced her to a reoccurring fuck and yet the glint in his eyes whispered of something more. Danielle would know. After all, he had once looked at her with that same look in his ocean blue eyes once.<br/>
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 Seeing the bright-eyed girl in his restaurant, working next to him, and talking to the rest of Rafael's team around her had lit a match so high up her blood that it had taken every bit of common sense in her to not storm right up to the pair and drag Aven out by her hair.<br/>
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This couldn't be happening again. It wasn't just Rafael and her anymore, it was Violet too. They had a child together, a child that needed her father as much as she needed her mother. Danielle would commit fucking murder before she allowed someone to bulldoze that and ruin what she'd worked so hard to put together. Rafael wasn't drinking anymore. He complimented her, held her close, kissed her sweet, and loved her slow. He was good with Violet - always attentive to her needs and playing with her whenever he got the time. She couldn't just let Aven come and <i>destroy</i> that. A part of her worried that Rafael knew Aven was at the restaurant before they moved. A part of her obsessed over the fact that maybe Rafael missed the blonde and desired her once again. Tearing from her thoughts, Danielle slammed the wine glass down hard.<br/>
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"What the fuck is she doing here, Rafael? Did you know she was here?"<br/>
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