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The morning air was still cool when Ava rolled the car into the driveway. She glanced at Alexander beside her. He hadn’t said much during the drive…just held her hand across the console, fingers curled tight around hers like he was afraid she’d vanish.She parked.“I’ll help you inside,” she said, reaching for her door.“No,” Alexander said, already moving. “I’ll walk.”She blinked. “Alex…”“I’ve got it.”And he did. Slowly. Steadily. He stepped out, straightened up, and walked toward the house like a man determined to reclaim something. His pace wasn’t fast, but his back was straight, and his jaw was set. Ava walked a few steps behind him, just in case.He reached the front steps, unlocked the door, and went straight for the chair by the window…his favorite one. The moment he settled into it, his body sank, like it was finally allowed to relax.He let out a breath. “God… it feels good to be home.”Ava smiled, soft and real. “You sure you don’t want me to carry you next time?”He smir
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As the perfume bottle hit the floor, glass shattered. The scent filled the room in a sudden burst of floral and spice. But neither Alexander nor the nurse looked at it.They looked at her.Ava.Her eyes were locked on the nurse…not blinking, not looking away. Her chest was rising fast. Her fists clenched by her sides.And then, without a word…without even closing the door…she dropped her handbag and lunged.“You bitch!”She grabbed the nurse by the hair with both hands, yanking her back so hard the woman shrieked. Alexander watched as the nurse was ripped off his body and thrown sideways. Her knees hit the ground, but Ava didn’t stop.She followed.One hand still gripping the nurse’s hair, the other came down in a hard slap across her face.“He’s married!” Ava screamed, hitting her again. “You disgusting, shameless whore!”The nurse tried to crawl away, but Ava grabbed her by the arm and slammed her back against the floor.Alexander couldn’t speak. His heart was racing. His vision was
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Late afternoon sun poured through the hospital windows, as Alexander lay in his private ward, alone for the first time in hours. Ava had gone home to freshen up, to bring a few things he’d asked for…his cologne, a change of clothes, and her presence. He missed her already.Alexander exhaled slowly, the leather file in his hand slipping slightly as he read over the figures. His assistant had just left, after running him through a few pressing reports that couldn’t wait, even if he’d been stabbed. Business didn’t stop. Not for blood. Not for pain.He sat up slightly, the bandages tugging at his side. His bare chest was still firm, a light sheen of sweat from pushing himself to stay alert. He flipped a page when the door opened.A nurse stepped in. Young. Curvy. Confident.She smiled. “Time for your medication, Mr. Reed,” she said lightly, then turned the lock behind her.Alexander barely glanced up. “Sure.”He rolled his arm toward her as she approached, syringe in hand. She was quick,
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The low sound of the air conditioner filled the silence like a steady background rhythm. Sunlight slipped through the blinds, soft lines stretching across the floor and lighting up the clean white of the hospital walls. The television played quietly in the corner, forgotten.Ava sat close to the bed, her body turned slightly toward Alexander. One hand lay gently over his, her thumb brushing small circles against the back of his palm. Her gaze moved occasionally to his face, to the way his eyes stayed fixed on the corner of the room, his expression unreadable.He was upright, propped by two pillows, the line of stitches near his collarbone visible against the clean hospital gown. He looked strong, still, calm, but Ava could tell. In the way his shoulders sometimes tightened. In the shallow breaths he tried to hide. In the set of his mouth. He was in pain. He just didn’t want her to see it.She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to.She just stayed beside him, fingers warm against his
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By evening, Deidre Reed had done exactly what she said she would.The man who had stabbed Alexander was caught and dragged into custody. Not just him…the entire group that had jumped into that fight, throwing punches like it was some kind of street game, were picked up one after the other. Their faces were bruised. Their mouths swollen. The station reeked of sweat, blood, and regret. All because they had picked the wrong man.Alexander Reed.A name that carried weight in every circle, from corporate boardrooms to the dusty corners of the city’s underbelly. And behind that name stood his mother…Deidre.She walked into the police station in her sharp black pantsuit like she owned the place. No badge, no title. Just power. She didn’t need to shout. Her presence alone forced the officers to stand straighter, to speak more clearly. To respect her.She wasn’t running the investigation…the officers were. But it was no secret that Deidre had poured a mountain of money into speeding up the pro
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Alexander slowly came to, his mind sluggish, as though it was trying to piece itself together, step by agonizing step. A sharp ache shot through his abdomen. He winced, feeling the bandages wrapped tightly around his stomach. It felt as though his body had been crushed and hastily repaired, the pain ate at him with every shallow breath he took.His eyelids fluttered open, and the white hospital room came into view...the soft beeping of monitors in the background. He shifted slightly, and the pain only intensified, sending a wave of nausea through him. He was on a drip, a needle in his arm, and everything felt too surreal, too foreign.But there was something else. Something that didn’t belong in the coldness of the hospital. The sight of it brought a sense of warmth flooding his chest.Ava.She was asleep in the only chair in the room, curled up, her head resting against the side of the bed. Her face was peaceful, but there was a sadness about her, a heaviness in the way she lay. He c
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Ava gripped the steering wheel as she drove through the early evening traffic, the sun dipping low behind the buildings. Her fingers still tingle from the card she had read just minutes ago…Alexander’s handwriting, his words, so full of love and devotion. The gesture had touched something deep inside her. She was on her way home now, eager to see him, maybe throw her arms around his neck and kiss him until he smiled that boyish smile she adored.Then her phone rang.She hit the hands-free button, still thinking about him.“Hello, ma’am,” came a voice she recognized instantly. It was Alexander’s occasional driver. He didn’t sound right. His voice trembled. “It’s Mr. Alexander. He…he was attacked. He’s at the hospital. He was stabbed…”The world spun.“What?” Her voice cracked. “What did you just say?”“He’s in surgery right now. We’re at Rosemont General.”She couldn’t breathe. Her chest tightened as her foot slammed down on the accelerator. The car jerked forward, horns blared behind
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Alexander sat in the back of the car, staring out at the passing city like it might give him the answer he’d been chasing since the moment she walked away.The lights rolled by...red, blue, gold...but none of it touched him. His phone rested in his hand, screen black. Still no reply. No call. No trace that Ava had read the message he left behind.But that wasn’t the point.He hadn’t sent it to win her back. Not tonight.He just needed her to know. That she still mattered. That nothing had changed for him, even if everything around them had.Earlier that evening, he'd sent her favorite food to Chelsea’s flat...still piping hot from the same small place she swore made it better than anywhere else. He had made use of a delivery guy to deliver the food. Along with it, a handwritten card. No branding. No signature. Just a message written in his own sharp, impatient scrawl.She hadn’t replied.He didn’t expect her to.She was the only thing he’d ever given himself to without caution. Withou
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Ava sat cross-legged on Chelsea’s oversized couch, clutching a throw pillow to her chest, the weight of the day still lingering in her thoughts. The city lights outside blurred together, soft car horns in the distance, but her mind was elsewhere...back at the school. Her fingers nervously toyed with the rim of her tea mug as the silence stretched between them.Chelsea padded into the room, bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor. She carried two steaming mugs of tea, and a grin spread across her face when she saw Ava sitting there, clearly deep in thought.She handed one mug to Ava and plopped down beside her. “You look like you’ve been holding in a secret for hours. Spill it. I’m dying here.”Ava smiled, her lips barely curving as she looked into her tea. “He came to school today.”Chelsea’s eyes immediately lit up. “Who? Alexander Reed?”Ava nodded, staring at her mug. “Yeah. He just showed up. Didn’t text, didn’t call. Just stood there. Watching me.”Chelsea straightened up,
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