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Chapter 59

Author: Michy Gaza
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-25 02:22:16

The sun rose with a cruel kind of calm.

Golden light spilled through the hotel windows like it didn’t know, or didn’t care, that the two men inside had shattered each other the night before.

They didn’t talk.

Not even as Luca zipped up his suitcase.

Not when he changed into his tailored slacks and pressed white shirt, his silence as sharp as the creases in his cuffs.

Not when he stood by the door, hand on the knob, heart in his throat.

Asher sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. Shirtless. Bruised by nothing physical, but he looked like a man wrecked all the same.

Luca opened his mouth, closed it.

Then he walked out.

No goodbye.

No parting words.

Just the soft click of the door as it latched behind him.

Asher didn’t move for a long time. He couldn’t.

Every breath felt like dragging glass through his lungs.

He waited, part of him still foolish enough to believe Luca would come back. That maybe he’d forgotten something. That maybe he’d changed his mind.

But the silence stret
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