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Chapter 114

Author: Michy Gaza
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The phone rang only once before Asher picked up.

He didn’t say hello.

He didn’t have to.

On the other end, Serena was quiet for a beat. The silence stretched, but it didn’t feel awkward. Just... necessary.

Then:

“I’m going to Chile.”

Asher leaned against the balcony of his apartment, eyes closed, the wind catching the hem of his shirt. “With Vivienne.”

“Yeah.” Her voice was soft, but sure. “We’ve talked about it for months. I was just too much of a coward to make the call.”

He opened his eyes, looking out at the city. “You weren’t a coward. You were just surviving.”

“No,” she said, a brittle laugh escaping. “I was hiding. Like I always did. Hiding behind the Hartwell name. Hiding behind my marriage. Hiding behind... you.”

She paused. “You always took the fall for me. Always.”

He exhaled. “It’s over now.”

“Not really. Not for you. You’re still in it. Still fighting them.”

“I chose to. And I’d do it again.”

Serena’s voice cracked. “I don’t deserve that.”

“Yes, you do,” Asher said withou
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    “I called to say goodbye,” Serena whispered. “Not because I owe you anything. But because I needed to say it for myself.”“Serena…”But it was too late.“You can tell father. You can tell Paolo. I’m not running because of Luca. I’m not betraying the family. I’m saving myself.”And then she almost said it. Almost told her the truth.That she loved Vivienne.That she'd been in love with her for years.But her mother’s voice cut in before the words could escape.“You are not that daughter,” she hissed. “You are not her.”Serena froze.The air left her lungs.Not that daughter.Not the disappointment.Not the queer one.Not the one who could ruin everything just by being honest.She held the phone away from her ear.Her thumb hovered over the red icon.She wanted to scream. Cry. Say everything.But she didn’t.She ended the call.And when Vivienne stepped out of the bathroom in a towel, worry etched across her face, Serena simply walked into her arms and whispered, “Let’s go.”Mrs. Hartwe

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 114

    The phone rang only once before Asher picked up.He didn’t say hello.He didn’t have to.On the other end, Serena was quiet for a beat. The silence stretched, but it didn’t feel awkward. Just... necessary.Then:“I’m going to Chile.”Asher leaned against the balcony of his apartment, eyes closed, the wind catching the hem of his shirt. “With Vivienne.”“Yeah.” Her voice was soft, but sure. “We’ve talked about it for months. I was just too much of a coward to make the call.”He opened his eyes, looking out at the city. “You weren’t a coward. You were just surviving.”“No,” she said, a brittle laugh escaping. “I was hiding. Like I always did. Hiding behind the Hartwell name. Hiding behind my marriage. Hiding behind... you.”She paused. “You always took the fall for me. Always.”He exhaled. “It’s over now.”“Not really. Not for you. You’re still in it. Still fighting them.”“I chose to. And I’d do it again.”Serena’s voice cracked. “I don’t deserve that.”“Yes, you do,” Asher said withou

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    Luca reached over, placing his hand over Asher’s. “I regret every goddamn second I spent away from you. I regret every night you went to sleep thinking I didn’t care.”Asher stared at their hands for a long moment. “Some nights, I’d wake up thinking I’d hear your voice. I used to dream you’d call. Even once.”Luca’s voice broke. “I dreamed of your arms. Your breath on my neck. I woke up every day with your name in my mouth and still didn’t say it.”“I hated you,” Asher whispered.“I hated me more,” Luca replied.Their eyes locked, pain and longing and time folding into something unspeakable. Something only the two of them could understand.“I can’t erase the past,” Luca said softly. “But I’ll spend every day ahead of us trying to earn back what we lost.”Asher’s jaw tightened. “It’s not about earning, Luca. It’s about choosing. You either stand with me now, or you don’t.”“I do,” Luca said without hesitation. “I will.”He pulled Asher’s hand to his chest, over the spot where his heart

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