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12. LINES DRAWN

ผู้เขียน: Frya Isaac
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Cold Spring was too small for secrets.

Nestled along the Hudson River, the town looked like something out of a postcard—quiet streets, charming storefronts, neighbors who knew your name. And your past. And your mistakes.

By morning, Lydia Hart had become all three. The bell above the bakery door chimed softly as she stepped outside, locking it behind her. The scent of fresh bread still clung to her clothes—but it did nothing to mask the weight pressing down on her chest.

Across the street,
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  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   25. THE PERFECT LIE

    The headlines came faster than the truth ever could.“Adrian Wolfe and Vanessa Wolfe Expecting Their First Child.”“A Perfect Union Strengthened by New Life.”“The Wolfe Heir Is Coming.”Lydia stared at the screen for a full three seconds. Then she locked her phone. Not because it didn’t matter.But because it did.Too much.***The cameras didn’t ask for permission. Flashes burst the moment Adrian stepped out of the building, sharp and relentless, turning the late afternoon into something artificial—manufactured light, manufactured truth.“Mr. Wolfe! Is it true?”“Are you expecting your first child with Mrs. Wolfe?”“How does it feel to finally start a family?”Adrian didn’t stop walking. Didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at them. Because every question felt like a statement already decided.Beside him, Vanessa slowed. She turned toward the cameras, her expression softening instantly—like a switch flipped. Her hand lifted, resting over her abdomen in a gesture that now felt second natu

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   24. THE SUBSTITUTE CHOICE

    Adrian stood there like a man caught between two realities—one he had already lost and one standing right in front of him, asking to be believed. Vanessa’s hand was warm as she guided his, slow and deliberate, until his palm rested against her stomach. The silence stretched. Like something was about to snap. Adrian’s fingers didn’t press. Didn’t respond. They just… stayed there. “You don’t have to love me,” Vanessa said. “Just don’t leave me.” Adrian’s jaw ticked. His eyes dropped to where his hand rested on her. Nothing. No instinct. No connection. Just a fact being presented to him. And something about it didn’t sit right. Slowly… he pulled his hand away. Vanessa froze. Adrian stepped back half a pace, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled roughly. “No,” he said. Vanessa’s brows drew together slightly. “No?” Adrian looked at her now—really looked. “Don’t do that,” he continued. “Don’t reduce this into something simple.” Her lips parted, but he didn’t give her time

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   23. THE WEIGHT OF GOLD AND GHOSTLY TOUCHES

    Adrian groaned as the morning light sliced through the penthouse. Too bright. Too sharp. It drilled straight into his skull, where the ache pulsed—slow, relentless—fed less by champagne and more by everything he refused to feel last night.He was sprawled across the velvet chaise longue, still in yesterday’s wrinkled shirt. Like time had stopped the moment Lydia walked away.A phone buzzed somewhere nearby.Adrian dragged a hand over his face before grabbing it blindly from the table. “What?”“Sir?” his assistant’s voice came through. “The board is asking for confirmation. There’s an issue with the Hudson investment file—”“Handle it,” Adrian muttered. His eyes still half-closed.“There are also reporters outside the building,” the assistant continued. “They’re asking about Mrs. Wolfe and—”“I said handle it.”“Yes, sir.”The line went dead.Adrian pushed himself upright, wincing as the movement sent a dull wave of pain through his body. His shirt clung uncomfortably to his skin, coll

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   22. THE LOVELESS VOWS

    The grand ballroom of the Wolfe Grand Hotel glittered like a cage made of gold and diamonds. Ten-foot floral arches dripped with white roses and orchids, their heavy perfume cloying the air. A thousand crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across five hundred guests who clapped and cheered as if this were a fairy tale instead of a transaction. Adrian Wolfe stood rigid at the altar, his custom black tuxedo tailored to perfection, yet it felt like a straitjacket. His gray eyes were empty, staring straight ahead as Vanessa Sinclair glided down the aisle like a predator in a gown worth more than most people’s lifetimes. The white lace hugged every curve she had padded for the cameras, her smile radiant for the flashing bulbs. But inside… something twisted. Because for a split second he saw another woman walking toward him. Not Vanessa. Lydia. Barefoot in their kitchen. Laughing. Soft. Real. Gone. “Adrian.” The priest’s voice snapped him back. Reality slammed into place. Vane

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   21. NEW BEGINNINGS

    The park was quieter than usual. Golden light spilled across the pathways, the setting sun casting long shadows beneath the trees. Children’s laughter echoed faintly in the distance, but here—by the lake—it felt like the world had paused. Like everything was waiting. Lydia stood near the railing, one hand resting on her belly, the other gripping the cold metal bar. She had chosen this place on purpose. Neutral. Open. No walls to trap them. No memories to suffocate her. Just one last conversation. Footsteps approached behind her. She didn’t turn. She didn’t need to. “I knew you’d come,” Adrian said. Lydia closed her eyes briefly. Then opened them again. “I said this was the last time,” she replied. Adrian stopped a few steps behind her. For a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them charged. Heavy. Unfinished. Then he stepped closer slowly. “Then let me say what I need to say,” he said. Lydia finally turned. And just like that. Everything came rus

  • Reclaiming the Love We Lost   20. PATH DIVERGE

    The hospital corridor smelled like antiseptic and sleepless nights. Adrian stood just outside Lydia’s room, jaw tight, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat like he was trying to hold himself together by force. For once, he hesitated. Not because he didn’t know what to do. But because he didn’t know if he had the right to do it anymore. A nurse stood nearby, watching him carefully. “You have five minutes, Mr. Wolfe,” she said. “And no sudden movements. She’s under observation.” Adrian nodded once. Five minutes. He had spent years making billion-dollar decisions in less time. And somehow, this felt harder. He pushed the door open slowly. *** Inside, the room was quiet. Soft. Too soft for everything that had happened. Lydia sat slightly propped up against the pillows, pale but steady, one hand resting protectively over her belly. Noah was beside her. Adrian’s gaze flickered briefly to him, before returning to Lydia. Everything else faded. “Lydia…” His voice was lower tha

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