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“Ryan…”Ryan parked and grabbed her hand, leading her up the steps. “Welcome home,” he said softly. “Our first home. I thought it was only fitting that we start our marriage here.”Tears of joy filled her eyes. “It’s perfect.”He came around and helped her out of the car, then, in one swift motion,
The morning of the wedding day dawned clear and bright, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. Elena stood before the full-length mirror, her heart beating a frantic, joyful rhythm against her ribs. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the thin veil over her hair.Today was the day. Her heart p
“Mom,” Ryan said, his voice unusually gentle. “There’s something I want to tell you.”Anna tilted her head, studying him. “You look too serious for this early in the day.”His lips curved faintly. “I wanted to tell you that Elena and I, we’re getting married.”Anna’s hand flew to her mouth. For a mo
The silence in the car as they drove away from her father’s house was different from the furious tension of the afternoon. Elena leaned her head against the cool window, watching the familiar streets of her old neighborhood blur past. Her hand rested loosely in Ryan’s, their fingers entwined as if n
That evening, Ryan led Elena to the Carter residence. She was quiet on the drive, her mind buzzing with apprehension. When they arrived, the lights were on inside, casting a warm, welcoming glow that felt like a lifetime ago to Elena. Her stomach was a tight ball of nerves. Ryan, sensing her anxiety
Elena’s sobs shook her shoulders as she stood in the living room. Ryan listened carefully, silent at first, giving her space to pour everything out. When her cries softened to ragged hiccups, he didn’t respond with words. He rose from the chair and with two long strides, he closed the distance betwe
The café smelled like toasted almonds and vanilla syrup when Elena slid into the booth across from Avonlea. The café was an artsy little place with neon signs and too many vintage posters that made it feel like it was constantly stuck in 1995. It was late evening, just after six, and the warm glow o
Elena was halfway through her second cup of coffee when the office lights above her flickered to life. The clock on the wall read 8:52 a.m, still eight minutes early. The walls were decorated with clean, minimalist prints and motivational slogans, but the only one Elena truly believed in right now w
The hand over Elena’s mouth was suffocating, the taste of leather and sweat making her gag. Her back hit the wall, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. And then she saw him.Brandon, one of the senior interns loomed over her, his breath hot against her ear. His eyes glittered with something d
Ryan continued, outlining expectations, schedules, the zero-tolerance policy for lateness or incompetence. Elena barely heard a word. She was too busy memorizing the way his fingers flexed around his tablet, the way his jaw tightened when someone asked a stupid question.Still no glance toward her.







