Betrayal Between the vows
some years ago Elias Ward was declared dead in a plane crash. There were no survivors, no body, just the wreckage and a thousand unanswered questions. Lucas grieved. He let go the only way he knew how: by breaking quietly every single day.
Elias came back.
Alive. Different. Wealthier than ever. And with no memory of Lucas, or the vows they once made.
Now they’re strangers with history stitched between them, trying to make sense of the pieces. But something doesn’t add up. The crash, the silence, the secrets. Elias starts to remember bits flashes of headlights, a chase, a crash that wasn’t in the sky at all. And the closer they get to the truth, the more dangerous everything becomes.
Someone didn’t just want Elias gone. They wanted him forgotten.
But Lucas never forgot. He stayed. He waited. And now, standing face to face with the man who used to be his husband, he’ll risk everything to find out what really happened.
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Chapter: Chapter 42: Somewhere Between Almost and Again Lucas didn’t sleep much that night. Not because of worry but because the quiet was too peaceful to waste. For the first time in years, his apartment didn’t feel like a museum of what used to be. It felt like now. He stood by the window in a loose T-shirt, holding a mug of lukewarm tea. Streetlights glowed below. The city breathed in slow, tired rhythm. Elias had kissed him. And it didn’t feel like a promise. It didn’t feel like regret either. It felt like a beginning. A careful one. In the morning, Elias was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his old journals spread around him. He looked up when Lucas entered, eyes softer than they’d been in days. “I think I used to be angry a lot,” Elias said. Lucas poured himself water. “You held things in. That’s what made you angry.” “I still feel it,” Elias admitted. “The part of me that doesn’t know how to deal with being seen.” “You’re being seen now.” “I know. And I think I want it.” Lucas leaned against the co
Last Updated: 2025-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 41: The Ghost in the Mirror Elias stood in the bathroom, alone, staring at his reflection. The mirror didn’t lie. But it didn’t offer any answers either. He touched his jawline, then his cheek, like he was trying to feel something real. The face was his. But the man? Still a stranger. He turned the tap on, splashed cold water on his face, and leaned into the sink. The silence in the apartment was loud again Lucas still asleep, the early morning sun just starting to paint the walls gold. His eyes met his own again in the mirror. “Who the hell are you?” he whispered. No answer. Just a quiet room and a face filled with things he couldn’t name. Lucas woke to the sound of the kettle boiling. He dragged himself out of bed, pulling on a hoodie. When he walked into the kitchen, Elias was already pouring tea, one mug in front of him, another in front of the empty chair. “You didn’t sleep?” Lucas asked. Elias shook his head. “Barely.” “You okay?” “I don’t know,” Elias said. “I feel… haunted. Like I’m walking
Last Updated: 2025-09-10
Chapter: Chapter 40: Things We Don’t Say Aloud The next morning was heavy with clouds. Not the kind that promised rain just the kind that made the world quieter than it should be. Lucas sat at the edge of his bed, still in yesterday’s shirt. His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Jesse had sent one word: “Okay.” No punctuation. No anger. Just... okay. Lucas stared at it for a long time before putting the phone down again. From the kitchen, he heard the soft clink of dishes. Elias had woken first this time. That hadn’t happened before. Lucas stood slowly, stretched, and walked barefoot to the sound. Elias was rinsing two bowls in the sink. The window beside him let in soft gray light. His back looked tired, like something in him was still adjusting to the weight of this version of life. “You cooked?” Lucas asked gently. Elias turned with a small smile. “Oatmeal. Don’t get excited. I followed a packet.” Lucas chuckled. “Still counts.” Elias poured it into two bowls, handed one over. Lucas noticed the spoon trembled slightly
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 39: The Way He Said My Name Lucas woke before the sun, eyes open to a soft gray ceiling. He didn’t know why maybe a dream, maybe just Elias’s presence in the next room pulling at something old in his chest. He turned his head toward the hallway. Elias hadn’t made a sound all night. No footsteps. No doors. Still, Lucas felt him there. The way you feel someone you once loved even in silence. He sat up, rubbed his face, and went to the kitchen. The floor was cold under his bare feet. He started the kettle without thinking. One mug. No sugar. He paused then pulled out a second cup. Old habits die hard. A soft sound broke the quiet. Elias appeared in the doorway, hair messy, eyes heavy with sleep. He wore a plain T-shirt and the same sweatpants Lucas had folded for him the night before. “You’re up early,” he said, voice rough. “So are you.” “I heard you moving around. Thought maybe you needed company.” Lucas poured hot water into both mugs. “Or maybe you didn’t want to be alone.” Elias shrugged, sitting
Last Updated: 2025-09-07
Chapter: Chapter 38: Where the Light Fades Soft Lucas opened the window just a little. The morning air carried that soft, gray scent. wet leaves, dust, the world just waking up. Elias stood behind him, arms folded like he was holding himself together. “You always liked quiet mornings,” Lucas said without turning. “I think I still do,” Elias replied. Lucas leaned on the windowsill. “You used to write on days like this. Bad poems. Good coffee.” “I wrote?” “You did. You never let me read them. Said they were just for you.” Elias smiled a little. “Then they must’ve been sad.” Lucas laughed under his breath. “They were. All broken lines and no punctuation. Like you were trying to make pain pretty.” Elias walked to the couch and sat down slowly, as if testing his own weight. “Maybe I was.” Lucas closed the window and turned to face him. The apartment felt too quiet now. Even the fridge hum seemed loud. “What do I do now?” Elias asked suddenly. “I’m here. With no memory. No plan. A brother who wants to control me and a lawyer w
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Chapter: CHAPTER 37: Just Tea, Nothing More Lucas poured the tea like it was a ritual he’d practiced for a lifetime, even though the chipped green mug hadn’t been touched in years. His hands moved with muscle memory teabag steeping, spoon clinking against porcelain, steam rising in small swirls that curled toward the ceiling. Across from him, Elias sat at the small round kitchen table, watching. That table had been with Lucas through everything arguments that ended in slammed doors, laughter loud enough to draw complaints from neighbors, midnight takeout spread across its surface, promises whispered like secrets, and silences that had spoken louder than any words. Today, it carried something heavier than all of that: the weight of memory, or rather, the absence of it. “I think you always took the green one,” Lucas said, sliding the mug across. Elias’s fingers wrapped around it, tentative, like he was holding something fragile. His brow furrowed as if the mug might unlock a door in his head if he stared long enough. His lips
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Love Didn’t Save Us. It Just Made the Fall Hurt More
Years ago, Elijah’s world shattered the day his husband, Gabe, vanished without a word. They said it was a plane crash. They said there were no survivors. But lies have long wings and now Gabe is back.
Alive. Rich. Powerful.
And with no memory of the life he shared with Elijah.
When Gabe reappears in the arms of another world, Elijah is torn between rage and relief. His husband doesn’t remember the vows, the late-night laughter, or the broken pieces they were trying to heal together. Worse, someone is trying to erase Gabe’s name from his family’s fortune and Elijah might be the only one who can help him uncover the truth.
Bound by a fake marriage that once held real love, the two must pretend for the world while battling ghosts of their past. As secrets unravel and the danger grows, so does the pull between them. But this second chance comes with a price and a past neither of them are ready to face.
Was Gabe running from something… or someone?
And if Elijah helps him remember, will love bring them home or destroy them both?
A dark, emotionally raw MM romance about memory, betrayal, and the painful beauty of second chances.
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Chapter: Chapter 26: Her Name, My ShameThe file came at 3:14 a.m.No message.No subject line.Just a silent ping in his inbox and a folder labeled:Request Logs – E. Vale ConsentElijah’s hands trembled as he dragged the folder onto his desktop. He hesitated, heart pounding like the world might crack open with a single click.But he opened it.Three documents waited inside, cold and clinical:A login record showing who had accessed the consent form on the day it was signed.A PDF of metadata from the original scan.A list of administrative approvals tied to the same timestamp.No context. No explanation. Just evidence.He clicked the first file.And froze.The login trail was too clean, scrubbed down to bare bones. Only one ID appeared. One name.VALE_MARIA – Supervisory OverrideElijah’s throat tightened. He blinked, leaned closer, reread the screen.No.No.Not possible.Maria Vale.His mother.Dead two years before the crash.She’d withered away in a hospital bed, her body eaten alive by pancreatic cancer, but her voic
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Chapter: Chapter 25: My Name, Their Mess Elijah stared at the USB stick like it was a loaded gun. Cassia had left without ceremony. No hug. No whispered sibling reconciliation. Just a cold warning and a sharper exit. Micah had gone too, his shadow lingering in the doorway even after he walked away. The echo of his words still clung to Elijah’s chest. Now it was only Elijah and Gabe. The room was thick with silence. They hadn’t fixed anything between them. They hadn’t even tried. Still broken. Still distant. Still breathing the same heavy air. Gabe sat on the couch, elbows on his knees, watching Elijah without speaking. Like he was waiting for Elijah to pull the trigger first. Elijah slid the USB into his laptop. The machine hummed, a little click sounding louder than it should have. Folders appeared on the screen. Cold. Ordinary. But the weight of them made Elijah’s hands tremble on the trackpad. He opened the first folder. Then the first document. And froze. His name was the headline. ELIJAH C. VALE Personal Sig
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 24: The Sister and the Stranger The knock came too early. The kind of early that didn’t belong to mornings but to interruptions. Elijah froze in the hallway. His body was still buzzing from the sleepless night, his mind replaying every word, every silence between him and Gabe. They hadn’t spoken since the fight. Not a word. Not even a glance. The knock came again. Firm. Unapologetic. Gabe stirred on the couch, groggy, eyes opening to the thin light spilling through the blinds. Elijah motioned for him to stay put and crossed to the door. He braced himself maybe for a package, maybe for another veiled threat slid under their welcome mat. But when he opened it, the last person he expected stood there. Cassia Vale. His sister. Sharp jaw. Polished hair that gleamed like it had been brushed through glass. The same cold eyes that had once cut him down at family dinners without her voice ever rising. She hadn’t changed. Not even a crack in the armor. Except this time, she looked scared. “Elijah,” she said, voic
Last Updated: 2025-09-07
Chapter: Chapter 23: The Things You Never Said Elijah didn’t slam the door when he came in. He didn’t have to. The silence that followed him into the apartment was louder than any slam. Gabe was on the couch, his laptop open on his knees, blue light flickering against his face. He looked casual, safe, ordinary until he saw Elijah’s eyes. Then his whole body shifted, alert, wary. “What happened?” Gabe asked carefully, voice already tight with worry. Elijah didn’t answer right away. He walked in slow, shoulders stiff, and slipped a folded square of paper from his coat pocket. He set it on the coffee table like it was a bomb. A photo. The photo. Gabe’s face froze. His fingers hovered above his laptop keys, then fell uselessly into his lap. Elijah sat across from him, every movement deliberate. His voice was low, almost flat, but there was something raw underneath. “Why didn’t you tell me we knew him?” Gabe looked at the photograph like it was a ghost crawling out of the past. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, but no word
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Chapter: Chapter 22: The Man with the Burned Eye The private investigator’s office sat on the third floor of a dying building. The stair rails were rusted, paint peeling in long strips like shed skin. The hallway light above buzzed and flickered as Elijah climbed, every step echoing louder than it should have. The door at the end was dull gray, its glass panel covered in grime, letters barely visible through the dust. C. TORRES Discreet Services. No title. No promises. The kind of name that said: I’ll do the job, but don’t ask me twice. Gabe had found him, of course. Said Torres had once been the man powerful men called when they wanted something buried so deep no one could exhume it. The kind of man Elijah’s father had trusted. “He doesn’t pick sides,” Gabe had warned on the drive over. “He picks whoever pays him more. That’s all you need to remember.” Elijah had nodded, but the truth was, he wasn’t sure what he believed anymore. About his father. About Gabe. About himself. He knocked once. The hollow sound traveled down
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Chapter: Chapter 21 : Cease and Desist The envelope was the kind that didn’t belong in an ordinary life. Sleek. Black. Weightless, yet heavy in its silence. No stamp. No name. No return address. It had been slid under their front door like a shadow, like a warning that didn’t need to knock. Gabe was the one who found it. He bent down, frowning, the porch light spilling over his shoulder. “You expecting anything?” Elijah shook his head, his stomach tightening with something he couldn’t name. Gabe held it out. Elijah hesitated before taking it, the paper smooth and cold in his hands. He unfolded the flap with careful fingers, as though expecting poison to seep through. Inside was a single sheet of thick white paper. Crisp. Clean. Neatly folded. Typed. No signature. He read the first line. His chest constricted. By the second, his hands trembled. By the third, his throat was dry as sand. Gabe noticed the change instantly. He stepped closer, concern sharp in his eyes. “What is it?” Elijah passed him the letter, his ha
Last Updated: 2025-09-04
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