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When the Pieces Don’t Dit the same

作者: Susil
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-09 09:27:06

Absolutely — here is Chapter Eight of Falling Between Us. This chapter follows the emotional reveal in Chapter Seven and focuses on how Adrian and Elena begin to process the truth — not just about the child, but about what their love is made of. The tone is quietly intense, filled with tentative healing, physical nearness, and the slow unfolding of emotional safety.

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Chapter Eight: When the Pieces Don’t Fit the Same

The morning after Elena told him about the baby, everything was too quiet.

She sat at Adrian’s kitchen table with her fingers curled around a chipped mug, the coffee untouched. The storm had passed, but its weight hadn’t. The air still felt heavy, like grief had seeped into the walls.

Adrian hadn’t said much after she told him. Just held her. Let her cry. Then he made her tea, covered her with a blanket, and slept on the floor beside the couch without asking questions.

Now, she was afraid to look at him.

Because the truth was out there.

And she didn’t know if it would bri
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