เข้าสู่ระบบElizabeth Adams has never made room for love. At twenty-nine, she believes success comes first and feelings only complicate the future she’s worked so hard to build. But in Paris—after a failed blind date and a moment of unexpected vulnerability—Elizabeth meets a woman who makes her forget every rule she’s ever lived by. Their connection is instant, electric, and deeply intimate. One night. Two women. A memory that refuses to fade. When a small lie shatters the illusion, Elizabeth leaves Paris convinced it was a beautiful mistake she’ll never repeat. Back in South Africa, she tries to move on—until the woman she left behind shows up, carrying the same longing Elizabeth can no longer deny. As their bond deepens, a devastating truth is revealed: the woman Elizabeth loves is her mother’s long-lost first love. Caught between desire and loyalty, Elizabeth must decide whether love is worth breaking her own heart—or her mother’s.
ดูเพิ่มเติมI don’t remember how I got into my car.One moment I was walking down the street, my hands still trembling from what had just happened, and the next I was gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing holding me together.The world outside was bright, too bright. Everything around me was too loud, the passing cars, the buzzing of a bee near my window, the sharp tap of my own heartbeat in my ears.My eyes burned. I blinked hard, but the tears just wouldn’t stop coming. They slid down my cheeks in silence, warm and unforgiving.I couldn’t see the road properly. My vision blurred again, this time not from tears but from panic. My foot pressed gently on the brake, and I slowed the car until I could safely swerve off to the side of the road and park near some garage.I rested my forehead against the steering wheel and finally let it all fall apart.A broken sob tore its way out of my chest.Why did I tell her?Why did I say anything?I could’ve kept it in. I could’ve avoided the w
The silence between us hung thick like fog, dense, choking, unescapable. After I said the words “It was Xander”, I could feel my mother’s whole body freeze beside me. She didn’t move. She didn’t speak. She barely breathed.The garden around us had gone quiet too. Even the wind, which moments ago was dancing softly through the branches, seemed to have stilled. I could hear the soft ting of my spoon tapping gently against the side of my forgotten teacup. It felt like a countdown, ticking toward the moment everything would fall apart.Mom didn’t look at me at first. Her eyes were set on the distance, unfocused, like she wasn’t really here anymore. I waited, for anger, for heartbreak, for something. But when she finally turned her face toward me, what I saw made my stomach twist.There were too many emotions flooding her face at once. Confusion. Hurt. And something deeper, something guiltier, that flickered for just a second before it was gone. She opened her mouth but closed it again. Th
I looked at my mother and suddenly I didn’t know where to begin.Should I just say it, that her Xander was the woman who broke me into pieces and left me bleeding from wounds I didn’t even know I had? That the space between us wasn’t because I had grown cold, but because I was carrying a truth too jagged to speak out loud?I glanced down at my cup of tea, searching for courage in the steam. It curled upward, soft and warm, almost comforting, as if the scent of chamomile could somehow make this moment easier. I lifted the cup to my lips, blew on it slowly, and took a sip. Still warm. Still steady. The opposite of how I felt inside.Mom shifted slightly beside me, and her voice came gently, layered with concern and something else I couldn’t name, something like fear.“Honey, what’s happening? Please… please talk to me.”I stared ahead, at the pool in our backyard. I didn’t want to look at her face when I said it. I didn’t want to see the disappointment, the panic, the guilt that might c
The smell of pizza still lingered in the air, a mix of garlic, tomato, and slightly burnt crust, while Lena lounged on my couch like she owned the place, one leg flung over a cushion, the other tapping rhythmically against the floor to some silent beat. I had just taken a sip of orange juice when she turned to me, eyes glinting with mischief, and dropped her latest bomb.“So, are you guys sleeping together?”I choked. Not a little polite cough either, an actual choke. The kind that burns your throat and makes your eyes water as you wave frantically at nothing, trying to catch your breath. I put the glass down hard on the table, coughing and wiping my mouth, glaring at her with wide, disbelieving eyes.“Lena! What the actual fuck? What does that even mean?” I croaked, still clearing my throat.She shrugged, utterly unfazed. “I don’t know. Aren’t you the one inviting her over for homemade meals and giving me junk food?” She pointed toward the greasy, open pizza boxes like they were evid






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