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Chapter 8 Something Begins to Break
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Love Didn’t Save Us. It Just Made the Fall Hurt More Chapter 29: The Other Will
Cassia’s penthouse hadn’t changed. White marble floors stretched out like frozen oceans, glossy and sharp. Heavy gold curtains framed the windows, their folds too perfect, too deliberate, shutting out the city lights like they were beneath her. Even the air smelled the same money and dust, like nothing living ever lingered too long inside. Elijah hated it. He’d always hated it. Even when he still wore the Vale name like it meant something. Even when he still believed that family meant loyalty, not transactions. This place had never been home. It had been a stage. Cassia sat near the fireplace in a high-backed chair, one ankle crossed neatly over the other. Phone in her hand. Expression carved from ice. Not surprised to see him never surprised. Her dark eyes flicked up when he entered, but she didn’t move. “I heard you’ve been asking questions,” she said softly, like she was commenting on the weather. “I got answers,” Elijah replied. His voice carried more bite than he meant. “B
Love Didn’t Save Us. It Just Made the Fall Hurt More Chapter 28: The Disguise and the Devil
Elijah stood across the street from the tall, black glass building that cut into the skyline like a blade. Maxwell & Carrington LLP. Not just lawyers. They were his father’s shadow. The fixers, the erasers, the men who could make a scandal disappear with one memo and a well-timed fire. They didn’t just bury bodies; they buried memories. And somewhere inside that tower was the truth about him the crash, the forged signatures, the projects whispered about in locked rooms. He wore a cheap black hoodie, cap pulled low, sunglasses hiding most of his face. Not perfect, but enough to be anyone but Elijah Vale. He’d booked an appointment under a fake name: Eli Carr. Simple. Bland. Forgettable. For once in his life, he was grateful to be a shadow. He crossed the street and pushed through the revolving doors. The lobby hummed with wealth. Cold marble floors. Stainless steel elevators that gleamed like they’d never been touched by human hands. A receptionist in a fitted suit barely lifted
Love Didn’t Save Us. It Just Made the Fall Hurt More Chapter 27: The Nurse Who Didn’t Lie
Elijah didn’t go through the family. He didn’t call Cassia. He didn’t ask Torres to dig further. He knew the rules by now: if he reached through anyone tied to the Vale name, the truth would come back dressed up, cleaned off, and served cold neat lies wrapped in polite silence. He needed something raw. Something unvarnished. Someone who saw Maria Vale when the cameras weren’t around, when the world wasn’t pretending she was untouchable. Someone who had watched her in the dark hours, who knew the sound of her crying. One name floated up from the wreckage of his memory. Angela. Nurse Angela. She had been there at the end. Small, quiet, unshakably kind. Loyal, maybe too loyal. Always hovering in the background with soft words and steady hands. But Elijah remembered her eyes most of all how they lingered on him like they carried words she couldn’t speak. He pulled up his old phone backups, digging through folders he hadn’t touched in years. And there it was: Angela Home. His thum
Love Didn’t Save Us. It Just Made the Fall Hurt More Chapter 26: Her Name, My Shame
The file came at 3:14 a.m.No message.No subject line.Just a silent ping in his inbox and a folder labeled:Request Logs – E. Vale ConsentElijah’s hands trembled as he dragged the folder onto his desktop. He hesitated, heart pounding like the world might crack open with a single click.But he opened it.Three documents waited inside, cold and clinical:A login record showing who had accessed the consent form on the day it was signed.A PDF of metadata from the original scan.A list of administrative approvals tied to the same timestamp.No context. No explanation. Just evidence.He clicked the first file.And froze.The login trail was too clean, scrubbed down to bare bones. Only one ID appeared. One name.VALE_MARIA – Supervisory OverrideElijah’s throat tightened. He blinked, leaned closer, reread the screen.No.No.Not possible.Maria Vale.His mother.Dead two years before the crash.She’d withered away in a hospital bed, her body eaten alive by pancreatic cancer, but her voic
Love Didn’t Save Us. It Just Made the Fall Hurt More Chapter 25: My Name, Their Mess
Elijah stared at the USB stick like it was a loaded gun. Cassia had left without ceremony. No hug. No whispered sibling reconciliation. Just a cold warning and a sharper exit. Micah had gone too, his shadow lingering in the doorway even after he walked away. The echo of his words still clung to Elijah’s chest. Now it was only Elijah and Gabe. The room was thick with silence. They hadn’t fixed anything between them. They hadn’t even tried. Still broken. Still distant. Still breathing the same heavy air. Gabe sat on the couch, elbows on his knees, watching Elijah without speaking. Like he was waiting for Elijah to pull the trigger first. Elijah slid the USB into his laptop. The machine hummed, a little click sounding louder than it should have. Folders appeared on the screen. Cold. Ordinary. But the weight of them made Elijah’s hands tremble on the trackpad. He opened the first folder. Then the first document. And froze. His name was the headline. ELIJAH C. VALE Personal Sig
Love Didn’t Save Us. It Just Made the Fall Hurt More Chapter 24: The Sister and the Stranger
The knock came too early. The kind of early that didn’t belong to mornings but to interruptions. Elijah froze in the hallway. His body was still buzzing from the sleepless night, his mind replaying every word, every silence between him and Gabe. They hadn’t spoken since the fight. Not a word. Not even a glance. The knock came again. Firm. Unapologetic. Gabe stirred on the couch, groggy, eyes opening to the thin light spilling through the blinds. Elijah motioned for him to stay put and crossed to the door. He braced himself maybe for a package, maybe for another veiled threat slid under their welcome mat. But when he opened it, the last person he expected stood there. Cassia Vale. His sister. Sharp jaw. Polished hair that gleamed like it had been brushed through glass. The same cold eyes that had once cut him down at family dinners without her voice ever rising. She hadn’t changed. Not even a crack in the armor. Except this time, she looked scared. “Elijah,” she said, voic
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