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Chapter Thirty-three
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The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Fourty-Three
The silence between them hung like fog in the room, thick, unmoving, heavy with unspoken pain.Rosie stood near the stairs, arms folded, but not in defiance anymore. Her fingers trembled slightly against her arms, and her breathing was shallow. Her chest rose and fell in quick motions, like her heart was struggling to keep pace with everything she was feeling.Caleb slowly rose from the couch.There was a softness in his eyes now, a haunted, weathered softness that didn’t exist before. Not in Christian Blake. Not in the man who once ruled boardrooms with arrogance and charm. No. This was something else entirely.Something broken. Something healing.Without a word, he stepped forward. Quiet. Careful.He closed the space between them like someone approaching a fragile thing. And maybe that’s exactly what Rosie was at that moment, fragile. Angry. And aching.He lifted one hand… and gently placed it against her cheek.His thumb brushed just beneath her eye.His touch was warm, trembling s
The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Fourty -Two
The click of the door echoed faintly through the dimly lit apartment as Caleb stepped in, his shoulders heavy, his mind a knot of exhaustion and emotion.He didn’t bother turning on all the lights, just the soft lamp by the entrance. The golden hue spilled across the sleek tiles and modern furniture, casting long shadows as he moved slowly through the living room.With a sigh, he unknotted his tie and tossed it across the backrest of the couch. His briefcase followed, landing with a muted thud against the cushions. He didn’t care. Not tonight.He was tired. Tired from work. Tired from pretending. But most of all… tired from the joy.Because despite everything, despite the secrecy, the danger, the deep ache he fought to hide, he had spent the entire day around his son. Around Crystal. Around the world he lost.And somehow, that bright little smile Zoey gave him… it refused to leave his face.Even now, he could feel it lingering, sweet, stubborn, like a shadow he didn’t want to escape.
The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Fourty-One
Caleb had spent nearly the entire day at the Blackwood mansion.And it hadn’t been a difficult day, not at all. Time had slipped by in gentle waves, carried along by laughter, paperwork, a warm lunch, and the comforting hum of family life. More than once, Caleb had caught himself smiling at things he once thought he would never experience again… a child’s giggle, the scent of a home-cooked meal, the way sunlight danced across polished furniture while conversations meandered.The hours passed like memories returning from the fog.Zoey had been his faithful companion through it all, pulling him toward toy boxes, waddling with stuffed animals, tugging gently at his sleeve whenever he wanted something or just wanted to sit close. Caleb had given in every time. He couldn’t help it. The boy’s spirit was like a balm on old wounds.Now, it was early evening. The sky outside had dimmed into a soft gradient of lavender and gold. The lights within the mansion cast a cozy glow, and the dining tab
The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Fourty
The house was quiet, save for the distant ticking of the wall clock and the gentle hum of the ceiling fan that circled lazily above the living room. Caleb sat on the edge of the couch, staring at his phone screen but not truly seeing it, his thoughts still fogged by the weight of the earlier moment with Crystal.He exhaled slowly, shutting off the screen and dropping the phone beside him. A hint of a weary smile touched his lips, the kind of smile that said I'm tired, but I made it through today.Then—The sound of tiny, fast footsteps echoed from the hallway.“Unkoo!”Caleb’s head snapped up, startled but instantly softened as Zoey came bursting into the living room in his tiny pajamas, his curls bouncing with every step and his arms already stretched wide.Caleb barely had time to react before the little boy flung himself into his chest with full force.“Oof, Hey, hey, little man!” Caleb laughed, wrapping his arms tightly around him and lifting him slightly off the ground. “You almo
The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Thirty-Nine
The gates of the Blackwood Mansion clicked open with their usual mechanical grace, and Caleb slowly drove through, the sound of gravel crunching under his tires filling the otherwise silent morning air.He parked in his usual spot beside the garden path, unhurriedly stepped out of the car, and exhaled deeply. His fingers lingered at the door handle longer than necessary, as if grounding himself in the moment.The scent of roses floated faintly from the flowerbeds near the porch, but it did little to calm the storm brewing in his chest.> Let it go, he told himself silently. Whatever happened last night… leave it behind. Focus on work.He had knocked twice, but no one came to answer.Then again, he didn’t need anyone anymore.He had access.A key card. A standing welcome.He opened the front door gently and stepped into the living room.The warmth of the mansion embraced him immediately, the smell of polished wood, the distant aroma of something baked from the kitchen, and the quiet hu
The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Thirty-eight
The morning air inside the apartment was quiet… almost too quiet.The sun filtered through the sheer curtains in soft, golden streaks, casting a muted glow across the dining table where Rosie sat alone, her stethoscope hanging lazily around her neck, her breakfast untouched.A bowl of oats.A half-filled mug of coffee, lukewarm.She wasn’t hungry.But she sat anyway, spoon in hand, stirring, stirring, stirring… staring into nothing.The soft creak of a door made her blink.Caleb stepped out of the hallway, freshly showered, dressed in a dark navy shirt and black trousers. He looked composed, sharp, even. His usual quiet confidence returned, but his eyes?Still carried the weight of last night.Their eyes met.The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the background.Neither spoke.“Good morning,” Rosie finally said, her voice measured, calm.“Morning,” Caleb replied, equally quiet, walking toward the fridge and opening it, more to avoid her gaze than to actually grab anything.She took a sma
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