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The Unbroken Heart
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2026-06-07 23:30:09
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After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Losing Control
ALISTAIR'S POV:I force myself to turn my head back and look at her. She is standing right there in her light blue dress, her dark hair hanging over her chest, her green eyes searching my face with a desperate kind of curiosity.For a second, I come so close to breaking down and telling her every single thing that has nothing to do with Vladimir. I want to tell her about the absolute hell I went through during those final months in this house. I want to tell her how I spent every night lying awake in my bed, listening to her footsteps in the hallway, fighting the urge to get up and walk into her room. I want to tell her that I have been completely, insanely in love with her since I was fifteen years old, and that leaving the country was the only way I could keep myself from ruining her life.The truth is sitting right on the tip of my tongue, heavy and dangerous.But the fear hits me like a bucket of ice water. I am too terrified of what happens after those words leave my mouth. I
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me One Touch Too Many
ALISTAIR'S POV:She shakes her head slowly. "Not at all. I do not remember anything after three in the morning. My brain was completely fried."The corner of my mouth twitches up into a small, real smile."You snored the whole way up the stairs," I say.She gasps, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. "I did not! I do not snore!""You definitely did," I say, keeping my tone deadpan. "It was actually a pretty loud."A bright flush of red spreads across her cheeks and down her neck. She looks down at her cloth napkin, trying to hide the big grin spreading across her face.The rest of the dinner passes in a strange blur. My mother goes back to talking about the party schedule, my father talks about some repair work needed on the roof of the manor, and Hope keeps bugging Elara to look at some clothing sketches she drew in her notebook earlier today.But the heavy mood over our side of the table has shifted. The cold wall between Elara and me feels a little thinner now.Every cou
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me My Greatest Weakness
ALISTAIR'S POV:Her voice is low enough that the rest of the table does not hear her over my father's story about the wine. Her green eyes are fixed on mine, full of quiet curiosity.I shake my head once. "No. Nothing is wrong. I am fine.""You barely touched your food," she points out, looking down at my plate before looking back up at my face. "You seem really far away.""I am just tired," I lie, keeping my voice as flat as possible. "It was a very long flight from New York, and I did not sleep much last night."She gives a slow nod, but she does not look convinced. She stays quiet, her eyes scanning my face, staring at my jaw and my forehead like she is trying to read a hard message written under my skin.I cannot take the intensity of her look. I turn my head away, pick up my glass, and take another long drink of wine."Tell me about your life in New York," Elara says a few minutes later, turning her body slightly toward me. "I read all the news articles about your company.
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Too Close to You
ALISTAIR'S POV: Hope leans way forward over the table, resting her elbows right on the wood. "Can I see it? Do you have the blue prototypes on your laptop? Can you show me how the arm sensors read muscle movements?" I manage to pull my mouth into a small smile. "Maybe later this weekend, Hope. It is pretty complicated stuff." She rolls her eyes and pouts. "I am thirteen now, Alistair. I am not a little kid anymore. I can understand hard math." Elara breaks into another quiet laugh from across the table. "Hope, you are still thirteen. You are definitely still a kid." "I am not," Hope says, crossing her arms over her chest and slouching back into her seat. "I am basically a teenager, which means I am practically an adult." I look right back at Elara. She is still smiling, her eyes warm and crinkled at the corners, her lips turned up into a soft, genuine grin. She looks totally relaxed. She looks like she completely belongs in this house, surrounded by the people who care abo
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Love Left Unspoken
ALISTAIR'S POV:Dinner is pure torture.That is the only word for it. Total, unending torture. I am sitting at the long dining table in the main hall of Ashcroft Manor, surrounded by my family. I am surrounded by the exact same warmth, loud laughter, and mild mess that I spent seven long years running away from.My mother sits at the far head of the table, her face completely bright with happiness. My father sits right beside her, his gray eyes warm with a pride he barely bothers to hide anymore. On my left, my little sister Hope is chattering away nonstop about her school, her friends, her art classes, and whatever new random interest has caught her attention this week.And right across from me, Elara is sitting in her chair.She is wearing a thin, light dress that shows off her collarbones, the curve of her neck, and her pale shoulders. The soft fabric is a very light shade of blue, the kind of color that makes her skin look like it is practically glowing under the dining room
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me When Our Eyes Met Again
ALISTAIR'S POV:The second my eyes hit her, everything else around us disappears.The drive from the airport was long and quiet. I spent the entire ride in the back of the car trying to prepare myself for this exact moment. I have been preparing for it for seven years. I rehearsed every word I would say. I planned out what I would do with my hands, how I would walk, and how I would keep my face calm and controlled so she would never know the truth.But nothing I planned could have ever prepared me for the actual reality of her standing there.She is standing in the middle of the garden, right near the rose bushes. She is wearing a simple white dress that flows around her knees, making her look like she belongs in an old painting. Her long dark hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders. Her dark green eyes are wide and bright, staring right back at me, full of emotions that I cannot read.She is even more beautiful than I remember. She is more beautiful than any old photo I kep
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Waiting for Kier Thornwell
At seven thirty she put the pasta water on to boil, figuring she'd wait until he was actually here to cook it so it would be fresh. She sat on the couch with a book she couldn't focus on, her phone in her hand, checking it every thirty seconds like a teenager waiting for some boy to notice her. At
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me More Than He Knew
Celestine started cooking at three in the afternoon, flour on her hands, music playing low from her phone and the smell of tomatoes and garlic filling the whole penthouse.She made the sauce from scratch, the way her grandmother taught her when she was maybe ten years old. She rolled out the pasta
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Another Woman’s Baby
The first time Kier met Sable Morwenna was at a charity gala about six months after his father died.He was standing by the bar, looking miserable, drinking too much and wishing he could leave. And then this woman just appeared next to him, like she had materialized out of thin air."You look like
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Kier Thornwell
Kier Thornwell looked like he belonged on a magazine cover even when he was just standing in an elevator. Thirty eight years old. Strong jaw and sharp cheekbones. Eyes so dark brown they looked black. A mouth that rarely smiled, but when it did, women forgot their own names. Six foot two. Carried h
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