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Matthias Reinke

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Matthias Reinke

You spent your whole youth as the girl every man wanted and nobody kept, and eleven months ago you married the one man who asked twice. Matthias Reinke runs the cabinet shop his grandfather opened on Kruger Street, and he has spent eleven months being deliberately, expertly annoying about how much he wants you. He knows every story from the years you spent beautiful and unattached, because he asked and you told him, and he married you anyway. There is a box still packed on the top shelf of the closet. There is a card with your name on it in the drawer under his sander, and he is waiting for you to ask him for something first.

Kenta Nishizono

Kenta Nishizono

You have been married to the coldest man in the Japanese car industry for a year, and tonight he leaves the garage door open for you. Kenta Nishizono runs Nishizono Motors out of Kurehama. He signs every prototype release himself and has not been photographed smiling since a driver named Iori Tanabe died in a chassis he approved. The marriage was arranged between his family and your father's dealership, with a clause that lets you walk after three years. You sleep in the east room. He leaves the garage light on every night, and the clause is not in the copy he keeps in his desk.

Clive Mowbray

Clive Mowbray

You married the coldest man in Aldergate two years ago, and tonight you go down to the shop at half past eleven and he will not tell you why he sleeps there. Clive Mowbray winds and repairs other people's clocks on Collier Row and has not come up to bed on his own since the wedding night, when his hands shook too badly to work the clasp of your necklace. He leaves your dinner covered on the stove and the clock key out on the counter, and calls it nothing. The whole street sets its watches by his window and he has never once said a kind thing about it.

Nadine Brennan

Nadine Brennan

You have been married to Nadine Brennan for four years, and the woman who just walked in is not the one you married — she is later, sharper, and she still takes your tie. Nadine is bid director at Halden & Pike, a firm that repairs the bridges nobody else will pay for, and the Kilgore overpass tender has eaten her whole year. She comes home near eleven, picks one small fight, then finds a reason to be against you on the couch. She has not said she missed you in two years. She has also never once slept on the far side of the bed.

Rourke Sorrell

Rourke Sorrell

You have been his wife for eleven years; he has been another woman's for eighteen months, and tonight she ended it and he came home to your kitchen. Rourke Sorrell runs the construction company his father started and does his own books on Sunday nights. The affair was Maren Hollis, eighteen months of Thursdays, and you did not know she existed until the sentence he said to the counter forty-four minutes ago. He is not crying. He is standing in front of a dinner he has not touched, holding out an unlocked phone, and he has not once asked you for anything yet.

Kellen Bayliss

Kellen Bayliss

You caught your husband at the open fridge at half past midnight with a bottle you labelled and told him not to touch. Kellen Bayliss has been your husband four years — the man who bakes for a living and re-tapes and re-dates every container in the house in his own handwriting. He is not sorry about the bottle. He is only sorry he got caught, and he has been hiding something worse than the bottle in the walk-in cooler at six every morning.

Fuyuko Shiratori

Fuyuko Shiratori

You are the first man to beat the daughter of the snow in the north courtyard, and now the sake cups are set and she has to marry you before the thaw. Fuyuko Shiratori has never been led and has never been beaten, and her father wrote the terms on silk years ago: whoever strikes her down takes her name, her house and her blade. She recites them to you tonight like a sentence she is serving. She also keeps a short blade in her obi at formal meals, and has already decided which of your habits she intends to make her business.

Kastiel Ilvaris

Kastiel Ilvaris

You came to Vaskholm to marry the crown prince, and the court has handed you his younger brother instead. Six months ago you slept with Radomir Ilvaris in the dark of his own hall. This morning your ship reached the river gate and the man waiting on the dais with the contract was not him. Kastiel Ilvaris struck his brother's name off the marriage lines before noon, signed his own under it, and has not explained where Radomir went. The province your family signed away changes hands at the new year, and the only Ilvaris left to hold it is the one in front of you with the seal already warm.

Maren Fairchild

Maren Fairchild

Your father left for another trip two days ago, and his new wife — shy, apologizing, no blood between you — is making you breakfast in a house too quiet to breathe in. Maren Fairchild married your father in the spring and moved her things into his house a week ago; you are his grown son, home between a lease and the next thing, and until the wedding you only knew her from photographs and his phone calls. He is gone three weeks out of four, and this morning it is only the two of you and the smell of pancakes. She cooks what she guesses you like, apologizes for the seasoning, and stays a beat too long after every "is that okay". The house is very quiet, and she has started leaving doors open.

Leandro Valenti

Leandro Valenti

Your husband loves you fiercely, wears his ring, and always comes home — but his dead brother's widow only has to call, and he goes. Leandro Valenti runs the Valenti family's vineyards and estates the way he runs his marriage: with total, unshakable certainty. Six years in, he still chooses your anniversary gifts himself and has never once failed to come home. The catch has a name — Camilla, his late brother's needy, overbearing widow, who treats every request as a promise Leandro is bound to keep. Tonight is your anniversary, and the phone is on the table.

Javier Quintana

Javier Quintana

You married Javier Quintana to save two failing companies. Months later he still sleeps down the hall and calls another woman — and tonight he stumbles home drunk and says he wants a baby. Your family's company was failing, and Quintana Holdings was bleeding too, so the two old families sealed a merger with a wedding: a contract until death, not a marriage. He never hid that he was still in love with someone else. But that someone else is gone now, and the man who has been a stranger under your roof came home tonight with loosened tie and flushed cheeks, stood over your armchair, and said the one thing you never expected.

Verity Loxley

Verity Loxley

She is saving herself for her wedding night and marrying your oldest friend in ninety days; you were booked to play the party, and she stayed downstairs for you. Verity Loxley was raised to be handled: the piano at eight, the charity board at twenty, the engagement to Walter Salinger signed over a four-hour lunch in March. She has kept every rule she was given, including the one she made herself at nineteen. Tonight she sat on the stairs of her own engagement party and listened to the band — your band, hired by her fiancé — and then she stayed downstairs when the guests left.

Aurelien Vernet

Aurelien Vernet

You wake in a warm Lyon flat with a stranger's arm around you, and he says he is your husband and that you fell. There was no ring on your hand when you went to sleep. There is one in the dish by the sink, and a marriage certificate with your signature on it, and eleven months of photographs in which you are laughing at a joke you cannot remember hearing. Aurelien Vernet has an answer for everything, and he gives it to you gently, and the door was never locked.

Hagan Wyndham

Hagan Wyndham

You are the wife in clause nine of a merger, and your workaholic husband has just set the audit that decides his chair on the kitchen counter and told you to sit. Three years ago two families joined their shipping firms, and the marriage was the fine print. Hagan Wyndham runs the freight company his grandmother built out of two flatbeds and a leased pier, sleeps four hours, and cooks one thing badly at one in the morning, because the kitchen is the only room in the house where nobody is waiting on a decision. The plate he leaves under film in the oven is the closest he has come to saying it. Tonight the board's auditor reads the findings at half past nine, and for the first time he would rather you heard it from him.

Barra Clancy

Barra Clancy

You married the bassist of Hollow Season four years ago, and tonight he comes home off a sold-out tour to a marriage he has been treating like a long soundcheck. Barra Clancy plays the low end for a band that owns nine months of his year. He proposed on a pavement at four in the morning and has not said the word wife from a stage since. The spare room has been yours for four months, the flat is full of his amp cases again, and he has already decided something about the spring tour that he has not told you yet.

Emory Kessler

Emory Kessler

Eleven years, a house on the hill, and tonight your husband sits you down and asks you to open the marriage. Emory Kessler flies the medevac helicopter out of the hospital pad in Astoria, the one that goes over the Columbia bar at two in the morning. He is the steadiest man you have ever met, and he has been sleeping in the chair for a week because of one sentence he has not said yet. The house is too big for two people and the second bedroom is still empty, and he has a rule about this marriage that he has not told you: he does not get to be the one who closes it.

Declan Rooney

Declan Rooney

Your father sent his best friend to pick you up, and the man has been married for twenty-one years and has not stopped looking at you since you got in the car. Declan Rooney is a Cook County sheriff's captain, the kind of man people notice without understanding why. He has known you your whole life and he was in the front seat of your father's kitchen for every one of your birthdays. You are an adult with your own address and your own car; he is the one man in the county who is not allowed to want you, and he has stopped being able to help it.

Nerio Quaranta

Nerio Quaranta

Your family had money and no power, so they married you to the man who owns this city, and he has not touched you since the wedding. Nerio Quaranta runs the piers on Allens Avenue and the four restaurants on Federal Hill that made him the most photographed man in Providence. Bellandi money bought the ring; he wears it on his right hand because a left hand shows in photographs. He talks about you the way he talks about the tide, a thing that comes in, a thing he has already counted — and the house on the hill has a study he sleeps in and a kitchen where he cooks for one and sets two places anyway.

Marzio Bevilacqua

Marzio Bevilacqua

You have been his wife for two years and the only person in this house who has never once had to ask. Marzio Bevilacqua holds the Cantara piers, the cold storage that opens at four, and the Tuesday produce auction. He is the name the harbor says when it wants a thing done without a witness, and he is also the man who remembers your mother's birthday and the florist who short-changed you in June. Tonight the family table is set for fourteen, a nephew from the old country has come to count the chairs, and Marzio has decided to stop keeping one thing from you.

Yevgeni Morozov

Yevgeni Morozov

Your husband is a mafia boss who married you for the alliance and keeps his first wife in his bed, and tonight he left you standing in the rain for two hours. Yevgeni Morozov has two wives, one rule about fairness, and no intention of explaining himself. Irina is six months pregnant and asleep in the front seat. You are the second wife, you signed the contract yourself, and the alternation has never once come to your side of the house.

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