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Fake To Fall Chapter 43: The Public Eye
IvyI should have expected this. I really should have.But nothing—nothing—could have prepared me for the moment my phone buzzed that morning and my entire sense of peace shattered like glass hitting concrete.I had been sitting on the porch swing with a warm cup of coffee cradled between my palms, letting the early autumn sunlight spill across my skin. The air was crisp, sharp in the best way, the kind that made your lungs feel clean. Leaves in shades of gold, crimson, and amber drifted lazily across the yard, collecting at the edges of the cabin like nature’s own scattered confetti.For the first time in weeks, everything felt quiet.Not just around me—but inside me.The chaos from Lake’s revelation about his son had finally started to settle. Not disappear, not resolve—but soften. We had cried, argued, stared at each other in long, heavy silences, and then—somehow—begun to speak again. Slowly. Carefully. Like people learning to walk after a long fall.I thought we had earned a paus
Fake To Fall Chapter 42: Baby Mama Secrets
IvyI was scrolling through my feed, just trying to unwind after a long day of retreat prep and editing my notes, when it hit me.It was one of those “suggested” posts I usually ignored without a second glance. Influencers. Strangers. Random family photos. Nothing that ever mattered to me. But something about this one made my thumb freeze mid-scroll.A photo.Just a single photo.Yet it stopped me cold.There he was.Lake.Smiling that impossible, charming smile that always made my chest tighten and my knees go weak. His arm was draped around a little boy—no, not just around him, protectively around him, like that’s exactly where his arm belonged. The boy was maybe six or seven, with dark hair falling into his eyes and a grin that was so familiar it felt like a punch to the gut.My stomach lurched. My fingers went numb.I blinked, my vision blurring slightly, then focused again on the caption.“My little man, making me proud every day. #DadLife #FamilyFirst.”I didn’t remember the las
Fake To Fall The Actress Returns
IvyI had been standing in the kitchen for what felt like forever, tracing the rim of my coffee mug with my thumb, trying to calm the storm in my chest. The steam had long since faded, but I hadn’t taken a single sip. The morning sun poured lazily through the cabin windows, casting golden streaks across the pine floors and kitchen counters, but the warmth didn’t reach me. It hovered in the air like a promise it couldn’t keep.A gnawing unease sat heavy in my stomach, twisting tighter with every passing second. Something about today felt… off. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt like I was waiting for something I didn’t want to arrive.Lake was outside, splitting firewood. I could hear the rhythmic thud of the axe hitting the log, steady and strong. Normally, that sound comforted me. It grounded me. Today, it only reminded me that he wasn’t in the room with me, and for some reason, that made me feel exposed.Then there was the knock.Three sharp, deliberate raps at the door.Not tentativ
Fake To Fall Chapter 40: The First Crack
LakeI woke to the soft, golden light of late morning spilling across the cabin. The beams of the old pine ceiling glowed like they were lit from inside, highlighting the grains of wood, the dust motes floating lazily through the air. The faint smell of pine mixed with coffee lingered in the corners, comforting in its way, yet paired with a subtle prickling tension in my chest I couldn’t shake.I turned on my side and looked at Ivy. She was still curled under the duvet, her hair a chaotic halo across the pillow. Even in sleep, she had this impossible presence—delicate, fragile, yet somehow untouchable. Her lips parted slightly, murmuring words I couldn’t hear, and I felt a swell of something deep and unnameable: protectiveness, affection, and something dangerously closer to love.We were married. I repeated the word in my head like a mantra, but it didn’t settle my thoughts. Married. Ivy. Us. Words that should have felt secure, final, comforting. And yet, there was a tension lurking b
Fake To Fall Chapter 39: Breakfast with Secrets
IvyThe morning air had a crisp bite that hinted winter was not far behind. I was in the kitchen, still in my wedding dress-sweatshirt hybrid—Ivy Monroe Hart, newly married, with satin still clinging to parts of me like a second skin. Lake had already disappeared downstairs, murmuring something about making breakfast, and I lingered at the top of the stairs, hesitating.Hesitating wasn’t my usual MO. I plan, I organize, I control. But mornings like this, mornings after vows and whispered promises and an almost too-perfect night, mornings where the world still felt fragile, I couldn’t summon control. Not over him, not over the cabin, not over… everything else.I took the stairs quietly, trying to gauge the mood. The kitchen smelled of coffee and something sizzling—the comforting, familiar smell that made my stomach clench for reasons that weren’t entirely hunger.Lake stood at the stove, sleeves rolled up, the dark navy suit jacket from yesterday draped over a chair. His shirt was rump
Fake To Fall Chapter 38: Lake’s Unsent Message
IvyThe morning sunlight slipped through the cabin blinds in thin, golden streaks, casting lazy shadows across the wooden floors. I had woken before Lake, as usual, and now crouched on the edge of the bed, trying to sneak a quiet moment for myself before the outside world came knocking—or before Lake decided that "morning chaos" was code for “I’m awake and I have something to say.”He wasn’t in the room yet, but his phone lay face-up on the bedside table, buzzing faintly. Notifications: emails, texts, unread messages stacked like a tiny tower of obligations he would eventually ignore. I was about to reach over and grab mine when a glimpse of his screen caught my eye.A message, half-written, still open. Sent to someone I didn’t know.Lake Hart. My husband. Typing something that wasn’t for me.My stomach knotted. I shouldn’t have looked. I really shouldn’t. But curiosity is a dangerous companion, and I’d been sneaky long enough to know exactly how it feels when someone’s heart—or at le
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