ログインYears ago, Elijah’s world shattered the day his husband, Gabe, vanished without a word. They said it was a plane crash. They said there were no survivors. But lies have long wings and now Gabe is back. Alive. Rich. Powerful. And with no memory of the life he shared with Elijah. When Gabe reappears in the arms of another world, Elijah is torn between rage and relief. His husband doesn’t remember the vows, the late-night laughter, or the broken pieces they were trying to heal together. Worse, someone is trying to erase Gabe’s name from his family’s fortune and Elijah might be the only one who can help him uncover the truth. Bound by a fake marriage that once held real love, the two must pretend for the world while battling ghosts of their past. As secrets unravel and the danger grows, so does the pull between them. But this second chance comes with a price and a past neither of them are ready to face. Was Gabe running from something… or someone? And if Elijah helps him remember, will love bring them home or destroy them both? A dark, emotionally raw MM romance about memory, betrayal, and the painful beauty of second chances. .
もっと見るThe table looked like the aftermath of a storm. Flight records lay scattered across the wood, corners curling. Phone logs were smudged with ink from Elijah’s relentless notes. Grainy stills from security cameras sat in uneven stacks beside spreadsheets of bank transfers, like pieces of a puzzle someone had deliberately hidden. The lamp above them burned low, casting a yellow circle of light that barely held back the shadows crowding the room. Elijah leaned over the mess, his sleeves rolled up, a pen clenched so tightly in his hand it threatened to snap. His handwriting marched in sharp lines across the margins, circling times, scratching out lies. “We’re close,” he muttered, though his voice sounded like it belonged to someone who hadn’t slept in days. His eyes darted from page to page, hunting. “I can feel it. There’s a gap somewhere. A hole they tried to cover.” Across from him, Gabe shifted through a folder of his old emails. His shoulders slumped under invisible weight, his f
Gabe didn’t ask questions when Elijah finally texted him. Didn’t push. Didn’t demand. Just showed up at his front door like he’d been waiting his whole life for it. Elijah opened the door. His chest was tight, his hand still pressed faintly against the folded letter in his pocket. For a second he thought he wouldn’t be able to speak at all. So he didn’t. He simply stepped aside. And Gabe walked in, slow and careful, like the hallway floor might collapse under his weight. Like he wasn’t sure if any of this was real. The door shut behind them with a dull click, and the silence that followed was almost unbearable. It wasn’t hostile this time. It wasn’t even awkward. It was fragile. Thin. Like glass stretched so fine that one word could shatter it. Elijah stood there for a moment, his breath uneven. Then, finally, he said the only words he could manage. > “Just sit with me.” No explanations. No accusations. No questions. Just that. Gabe’s throat moved like he wanted to say
The lawyer’s office smelled like old paper and lemon oil, the kind of scent that clung to polished wood and forgotten secrets. The blinds were half-closed, slicing the room into strips of light and shadow. The walls were lined with shelves of heavy books, their spines cracked with years of use. Behind the desk sat Mr. Holloway. His hair was white now, thinning at the crown, his shoulders stooped from years of carrying other people’s burdens. He had known Elijah’s mother for over twenty-five years. He didn’t rise when Elijah walked in. He only folded his hands on the desk and said quietly, “I wondered when you’d come.” Elijah said nothing. He reached into his coat, pulled out the half-burned copy of the will he’d found in his mother’s study, and dropped it on the desk between them. The charred edges curled slightly on the polished wood. “I need to know,” Elijah said, his voice tight, “if this is real.” Mr. Holloway looked down at the paper, his expression unreadable. For a long m
They sat on opposite ends of the couch, as though the cushions between them were a border neither dared to cross. Gabe’s laptop rested in the middle, its glow washing both their faces in pale light. The silence wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t suffocating either. It wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t jagged anymore. It felt like a weight neither of them carried alone. Elijah leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “You said my father had private accounts?” Gabe nodded, his fingers resting near the keyboard. “I only ever had access to one. The rest… they were hidden. Layers of shell companies. Fake names. Obvious fronts if you knew where to look.” Elijah dragged a hand through his hair. “Then let’s start breaking them.” It took hours. Passwords guessed and failed. Firewalls tested and bypassed. Names of old contacts Elijah barely remembered flickering across Gabe’s screen. The air between them filled with the soft clicks of keys and the steady, measured rhythm of Gabe’s breathing. He was
Elijah hadn’t been to his mother’s house in more than five years. The place stood quiet at the edge of the woods, shrouded in ivy that had crawled up the stone walls like a slow invasion. The roof tiles sagged in places, and moss spread thick across the porch. It looked both abandoned and eternal
The sun was already high when Elijah came back. Light poured across the penthouse like it was trying too hard bright, almost cruel, as if the day itself didn’t care that the night before had ripped something open between them. Gabe hadn’t moved. He was still in the same chair, same clothes, sam
Elijah didn’t sleep. The night stretched long and merciless, hour after hour slipping by while he stared at the ceiling, feeling the weight of silence press down on him. The sheets were twisted at his waist, damp with sweat. Beside him, the empty space where Gabe usually slept felt colder than st
Cassia didn’t look surprised when Elijah showed up at her door. She rarely looked surprised by anything. She opened the door in her silk robe, her hair tied neatly back, a book in one hand. When she saw him, she exhaled long and low, like she’d been expecting this visit for weeks. Then she stepp












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