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The First Night (18+)
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2026-05-02 21:09:32
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After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Sunset in Our Bedroom
CELESTINE'S POV:We name him Alistair.Not just Alistair. Alistair James Ashcroft Valancourt. His middle name is for my father, the man who never gave up on me. His last names are for both of us, for the families we have built and the future we are creating together.Alistair, after Kier's father, the only Thornwell who was ever kind to me. He made me promise to forgive his son a thousand times. I kept that promise. And now I am honoring his memory, the memory of the man who saw something in me that no one else saw.Lysander does not argue. He does not hesitate. He just looks at me and says, "He would be proud of you.""I hope so.""He would be proud of you. I am proud of you."I smile. I am holding our son. He is warm and heavy in my arms, his tiny fingers curled around mine, his eyes closed, his breathing soft and even."You waited for me," I say to Lysander. "The least I could do was give you a baby."He laughs. He leans down and kisses my forehead."Thank you," he says. "Thank you
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Hello, My Child
CELESTINE'S POV:I go into labor at thirty nine weeks, on a Monday evening, just as the sun is setting over the valley.I am in the nursery, folding tiny clothes and arranging them in the dresser, when the first contraction hits. It is not the gentle tightening I have been feeling for weeks. It is a wave of pain that starts in my lower back and rolls through my entire body, leaving me breathless and clutching the edge of the dresser."Lysander," I call out. My voice is calm. Too calm. Like I am trying to convince myself that this is not happening.He appears in the doorway within seconds. His gray eyes are wide, his face pale, his hands already reaching for me."What is it my love? What is wrong?""Nothing is wrong. I think I am in labor."He stares at me with his mouth opens which he later closes."Now?""Yes right now.""But the baby is not due for another week.""The baby does not care about due dates."He springs into action. I have never seen him move so fast. He is on the phone
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Nothing Left but Ash
CELESTINE'S POV:I read the letter three times.The first time, I read it for the words. The second time, I read it for the spaces between them. The third time, I read it to see if I could find any trace of the man I used to love, any echo of the person I thought he was.I do not find anything.There is no apology in this letter. There is no remorse. There is just a dying man trying to make himself feel better by saying words that he thinks I want to hear. He does not mention the baby. He does not mention the bunker. He does not mention the knife against my throat or the days of darkness or the way he slapped me across the face until my lip bled.He just says I am sorry and I hope you are happy and I hope Lysander deserves you.As if that makes up for everything.I set the letter down on the arm of the chair. My hands are still shaking. My heart is still pounding. But my face is dry. My eyes are dry. I am not crying. I do not think I can cry for Kier Thornwell anymore. I used up all m
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Six Months to Live
CELESTINE'S POV:Few Day Later I received a letter. The letter arrives on a Tuesday afternoon.I am in the nursery, folding tiny clothes and arranging them in the dresser that Lysander built with his own hands. He spent three weeks on it, sanding and staining and swearing under his breath, refusing to let anyone else touch it. The result is beautiful, solid and so aturdy.The baby is kicking. Hard. Insistent. Like they know something is coming.I hear the doorbell ring. Then footsteps. Then a soft knock on the nursery door."Ma'am Celestine," our housekeeper says through the wood. "There is a letter for you. It was delivered by hand."I set down the tiny onesie I have been folding. My hands are suddenly cold. My heart is suddenly loud in my ears."Leave it on the table," I say. "I will get it in a minute.""Yes, ma'am."Her footsteps fade. I stand in the middle of the nursery and I do not move. I know who sent that letter. I have known since the moment the housekeeper said "delivered
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me I Am Your Simp
CELESTINE'S POV:He cries at ultrasound appointments.Every single one. The first one, when we saw the tiny flicker of a heartbeat. The second one, when we saw the outline of a head and a body and tiny little arms and legs. The third one, when the technician told us the baby was healthy and growing and everything looked perfect.He stands in the corner of the room, his hand over his mouth, his gray eyes wet."Mr. Ashcroft," the technician says, "are you okay?"He nods. He cannot speak.Lysander Ashcroft, the richest man in the world, the beast of the business world, the man who has made billionaires tremble with a single glance, is crying over an ultrasound image of his unborn child.I reach over and take his hand. His fingers close around mine."I love you," I say."I love you too," he says. His voice cracks.The technician smiles and pretends not to notice.***One night, lying in the dark, I cannot sleep.The baby is moving, full on kicks and rolls and stretches that make my bell
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Beautiful and Enormous
CELESTINE'S POV:I am seven and a half months pregnant and I am very enormous.That is the only word for it. Enormous. My belly sticks out so far that I cannot see my feet anymore. My ankles are swollen. My back aches constantly. I wake up three times a night to pee and every time I roll over in bed, it feels like I am moving a small planet.But I am also beautiful, but that is not my word. That is Lysander's word. He tells me every day, multiple times a day, in every possible way. He says it when I am struggling to tie my shoes and he helps me. He says it when I am eating ice cream straight from the carton at two in the morning. He says it when I am lying on the couch with my feet propped up and a heating pad on my lower back, looking like a beached whale."You are so ridiculous," I tell him."I am in love," he says. "Same thing."I laugh and pull him down for a kiss. He comes willingly, his hands finding my belly, his lips soft against mine. He kisses me like he has all the time in
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