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 61: I Don’t Need Loud to Feel Loved Lucas woke before Elias. Not because of a nightmare. Not because of noise. Just naturally peacefully. He stayed still for a while, eyes half-open, letting the quiet breathe around him. Elias was asleep beside him, one arm sprawled across the blanket, his chest rising and falling in an even rhythm. There was something softer about the way Elias slept these days. Less restless. Less guarded. As if his body had finally learned to trust rest again. Lucas smiled faintly to himself. He didn’t move. Didn’t want to disturb him. Sometimes love meant letting the silence last. Elias finally stirred close to nine. By then, Lucas had already made toast, sliced strawberries, and poured tea. The radio played faintly in the background, soft static and a jazz tune drifting lazily across the room. Elias walked in, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “You’re up early.” “Habit,” Lucas said, setting down the butter knife. “I like mornings now.” Elias smiled. “Because they have me in them?” Lucas lo
Last Updated: 2025-11-03
Chapter: Chapter 60: Nothing Feels Borrowed Anymore The morning came slow. Lucas made toast. Elias made tea. Neither said much, but the silence didn’t feel stretched or broken. Just quiet. Like two people learning how to exist in the same rhythm again. Lucas sat by the window with his plate, legs curled up under him. Elias watched him for a while before speaking. “You seem settled today,” Elias said. Lucas nodded. “I think I am.” “What’s different?” Lucas looked up. “I don’t feel like I’m holding my breath anymore.” They ran errands together dry cleaner, corner store, a stop at the post office. Elias carried the heavy bag. Lucas gave directions even when they weren’t needed. It was simple, domestic. Nothing dramatic. But something about it felt new. Elias paused outside the post office, holding the receipt in one hand. “You know,” he said, “I used to feel like a guest in my own life.” Lucas turned to him. “And now?” Elias took a slow breath. “Now I feel like I’m allowed to stay.” Lucas smiled. “You are.” Back at th
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Chapter: Chapter 59: It Was Never Just About Forgiveness The power returned just before sunrise. One soft click, and the fridge began to hum again. Lights blinked back on. The heater coughed awake. Lucas stirred in bed, eyes still closed. Elias lay beside him, already awake, watching the ceiling like it had something to say. “You feel that?” Lucas mumbled. Elias nodded. “Everything turned back on.” Lucas shifted under the blanket. “I liked the quiet, though.” “Me too,” Elias whispered. “We needed it.” Lucas opened his eyes slowly. “You think we’re different now?” Elias looked over at him. “No. I think we’re more honest now.” Lucas smiled softly. “Honest’s a good start.” Later, Lucas was folding laundry when he found one of Elias’s old sweaters. The blue one. The one Lucas used to steal just to sleep in when Elias traveled. He held it up, turning it in his hands. “You were always too small for that one,” Elias said, entering the room with two mugs. Lucas smirked. “Didn’t stop me.” “You looked like a kid in it.” Lucas shrugg
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Chapter: Chapter 58: You Make the Silence Feel Safe The power went out just after six. One soft click like a breath being held and then everything fell quiet. The fridge stopped humming. The lightbulbs blinked once, gave up. Even the old radio on the shelf faded mid-song, its final note swallowed by the dark. Lucas blinked into the dimming room, eyes adjusting to the half-light. “Did we pay the bill?” he asked. From the hallway, Elias’s voice floated back. “Probably. But the whole street’s dark.” Lucas walked to the window, peeking between the blinds. Elias was right every apartment up and down the block had gone black, except for the flicker of candles in a few windows, and the far-off thrum of backup generators breaking the silence. “Well,” Lucas said, letting the blinds fall shut, “guess the universe wants us to slow down even more.” Elias came into the living room, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. His smirk caught the faint glow of the streetlight outside. “We already move like we’re living in some slow i
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Chapter: Chapter 57: Love That Doesn’t Rush Lucas woke to a sound he hadn’t heard in years Elias humming in the kitchen. It wasn’t a song with words. Just a gentle tune, something that seemed to spill out without thought, like it had always lived in his chest. Lucas stayed still in bed for a moment, letting it fill the quiet. The air felt calm. Like nothing needed fixing. Like love, if given the space, could simply stay. Elias was frying eggs when Lucas shuffled in, hair a mess and eyes half-shut. “You’re up early,” Lucas muttered, rubbing his face. “You slept through two alarms,” Elias replied, smirking as he flipped the pan. Lucas yawned. “Maybe my body finally trusts this place again.” Elias slid a plate across the counter. “Then let’s feed that trust.” Lucas squinted at him. “You’re strangely poetic for a man who’s burned more toast than anyone I’ve ever met.” Elias lifted the bread triumphantly. “Didn’t burn it this time. Look at me personal growth.” Lucas chuckled, taking a seat. “Small wins.” They ate quiet
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Chapter: Chapter 56: When the Walls Remember The rain had stopped by morning, but the air still carried it damp, clean, the smell of wet pavement rising through the cracked-open window. Lucas woke first. He lay there listening to Elias’s breathing, the steady rhythm of it, like proof that he was really still here. He shifted carefully, sliding out of bed without waking him. In the kitchen, Lucas started coffee, the familiar hiss and drip grounding him. He leaned against the counter, mug in hand, trying to memorize the moment. Elias was in his apartment, in his bed, and the world hadn’t collapsed yet. “Don’t drink it all without me,” a voice said behind him. Lucas turned. Elias stood in the doorway, hair messy, shirt wrinkled, eyes half-lidded with sleep. Lucas smirked. “You look like you fought a storm.” Elias rubbed his eyes. “I did. In my head.” Lucas poured him a mug. “Did you win?” “Not sure,” Elias said, taking it. “Ask me after the caffeine.” They sat at the little kitchen table. Neither spoke much at first. They
Last Updated: 2025-10-18
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 37: The Locked Room Elijah hadn’t been to his mother’s house in more than five years. The place stood quiet at the edge of the woods, shrouded in ivy that had crawled up the stone walls like a slow invasion. The roof tiles sagged in places, and moss spread thick across the porch. It looked both abandoned and eternal, as if the house itself refused to let go of the memories inside. When he pushed the iron gate open, it let out a long, aching creak. The sound cut through the silence of the woods like a warning. The air was damp, smelling of pine, dirt, and something faintly metallic like rain on old nails. Peace. That was how the house had once felt. A retreat. A sanctuary. Now, it smelled more like secrets. Elijah stepped onto the porch, his chest tight, and turned the old brass handle. The door resisted at first, then gave way with a reluctant groan. Dusty air pressed against his face, stale and unmoving. Inside, everything was exactly where she had left it. A framed photo of her on the mantel, s
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Chapter: Chapter 36: You Should Have Told Me The sun was already high when Elijah came back. Light poured across the penthouse like it was trying too hard bright, almost cruel, as if the day itself didn’t care that the night before had ripped something open between them. Gabe hadn’t moved. He was still in the same chair, same clothes, same hollow stillness. His eyes were red, not from sleep but from the lack of it. He looked like a man who had been sitting in silence so long that even his heartbeat had slowed to match the ticking of the clock on the wall. When the door clicked open, his head lifted. He didn’t speak. He didn’t rush forward. He just looked at Elijah like a prisoner waiting to hear if the verdict was life or death. Elijah closed the door behind him with a quiet finality. His chest rose and fell, calm on the outside, storming on the inside. In his hand was the black folder. The folder Gabe had hidden. The one that carried Arthur Vale’s handwriting, his threat, his promise. Gabe’s eyes dropped to it immed
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Chapter: Chapter 35: The File He Hid Elijah didn’t sleep. The night stretched long and merciless, hour after hour slipping by while he stared at the ceiling, feeling the weight of silence press down on him. The sheets were twisted at his waist, damp with sweat. Beside him, the empty space where Gabe usually slept felt colder than stone. At some point, the city outside softened from black to gray. Then the first trace of gold crept through the blinds. Morning. Elijah swung his legs out of bed and sat there for a long moment, breathing like every inhale scraped his lungs raw. Then, without hesitating, he dressed. Simple clothes. Nothing that felt heavy. He shoved a few essentials into a small bag, every movement deliberate, mechanical, like he had rehearsed leaving a hundred times before. In the bedroom, Gabe stayed behind the door. Quiet. Still. He didn’t call out. Didn’t ask him to stay. Didn’t come after him. Maybe he already knew. Maybe he understood there was nothing left to say that wouldn’t break them more.
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Chapter: Chapter 34: The Moment I Almost Saved You The apartment was quiet when Elijah came in, too quiet for the storm inside his chest. He found Gabe in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, rinsing dishes under the steady rush of water. He was humming low, some old tune Elijah half-recognized but couldn’t place. Like nothing had changed. Like Elijah’s world hadn’t cracked wide open. “Hey,” Gabe said without looking up. “You eat?” Elijah didn’t answer. He stood there in the doorway, frozen. Watching him. Watching the way Gabe’s shoulders moved when he scrubbed the plate, the way his bare feet shifted against the tile. Ordinary. Familiar. Safe. Or at least, that’s what it used to mean. Now every gesture felt sharpened, every detail a weapon. “Gabe.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough. Gabe turned. And whatever smile he’d been carrying slipped right off his face. Something in Elijah’s tone had warned him. “What is it?” Elijah lifted the crumpled printout in his hand. The paper shook, though his grip was iron. “I know.”
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Chapter: Chapter 33: Paid to Watch You Cassia didn’t look surprised when Elijah showed up at her door. She rarely looked surprised by anything. She opened the door in her silk robe, her hair tied neatly back, a book in one hand. When she saw him, she exhaled long and low, like she’d been expecting this visit for weeks. Then she stepped aside. “You found something,” she said, her tone flat. Elijah walked past her into the penthouse, the weight of the papers heavy in his hand. The place looked exactly as it always did: white marble, black lacquered furniture, the faint scent of expensive perfume clinging to the air. A stage set. A cage. He didn’t sit. He didn’t look around. He simply held out the printed contracts. “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” Cassia took them with steady fingers. She didn’t ask what they were. She didn’t pretend confusion. She didn’t even skim them for long. After a few seconds, she folded the papers in half, set them on the counter, and walked toward the coffee machine. Her silence w
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Chapter: Chapter 32: Just Another Job The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, its sound faint but sharp in the silence. Elijah slipped out of bed with practiced quiet, careful not to disturb the rhythm of Gabe’s breathing. The apartment was dark except for the faint glow spilling under the office door. He moved barefoot, every step slow, deliberate, like he was walking into enemy territory instead of across the polished floorboards of Gabe’s home. His heart thudded in his chest. Not from fear of being caught though that risk was real but from the truth he was afraid to find. The office smelled like coffee gone cold and old leather. Stacks of books lined one wall, their spines neat and ordered. On the desk sat framed photographs frozen smiles of Gabe with his old colleagues, snapshots from a life before Elijah had reentered it. And there, half-closed, glowing faintly in the dark, was Gabe’s old laptop. Unlocked. Elijah hesitated only for a moment before pulling the screen open. The glow lit his face, pale in the
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