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When the Past Knocks
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2025-07-09 00:30:15“Eddie!” a cheerful voice rang out from the living room of Edward’s family mansion.
Edward and Abigail had just come down the stairs after one of the housemaids knocked on their door, saying Bernard wanted to see them—there was a guest waiting.
Edward had hesitated to bring Abigail along. She looked tired, and he wanted her to rest. But she insisted. The last thing she wanted was for Edward’s father to think she was just lounging around in their room, avoiding everyone. She knew she wasn’t exactly welcome in this house—especially not by Edward’s brother or James.
But the moment they stepped into the living room, everything shifted.
A young woman, radiant and confident, rushed toward Edward with a wide, beaming smile. Without a second thought, she threw her arms around him in a tight embrace, completely ignoring everyone else in the room.
Abigail, walking just behind Edward, instinctiv
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Morning light filtered softly through the curtains.Abigail stirred, her lashes fluttering open as she slowly became aware of the warmth wrapped around her. Strong arms. A steady heartbeat. She blinked, tilting her head up—and froze.Edward was asleep beside her, his arms still securely around her. And to her surprise, she was holding him too.Her breath caught.She stared at his face, peaceful in sleep, and memories from the night before came rushing back. The fever. The tears. His voice telling her he wouldn’t leave. The way he held her like she mattered.Her heart ached.She remembered the island—how he came for her, like some knight out of a story. But she wasn’t a princess. Her parents had made sure she knew that. To them, she was a curse. A mistake.And yet… here he was. Holding her like she was something precious.She was getting used to this—waking up and finding him there. The quiet comfort of his presence. The way he made her feel safe, even when she didn’t want to admit it.
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"We’re leaving," Edward said, his voice low but steady as he reached for her hand. He gently helped her up, his touch both protective and tender. Abigail didn’t resist—she didn’t want to. Deep down, she’d been waiting for this moment. To walk away. To choose him.Because after everything… what was left to stay for?Whatever fragile hope she’d clung to—that her parents might one day see her, accept her, love her—crumbled the moment they turned their backs on her. Again."You’re not going anywhere," her father snapped, his voice echoing through the warehouse like a threat.Edward didn’t flinch. He turned, eyes sharp as blades, and stared the man down. No words. Just a look that said everything."Come on," he said softly to Abigail, wrapping an arm around her as they started toward the exit.But she barely made it a step before her knees buckled. Her legs felt like jelly, her strength drained by the weight of everything—grief, anger, heartbreak.She gasped, stumbling.Edward caught her i
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You’ve got some nerve showing up here!" Abigail’s father spat, his voice sharp with anger as he opened the door. Edward stood there, unflinching, his expression as cold and determined as ever. They had known he was coming—the sound of the helicopter slicing through the air had announced his arrival long before he stepped foot on their porch. They’d watched it land in the vacant lot nearby, the sight fueling their already simmering resentment. And why wouldn’t Edward come? Abigail was carrying his child, the heir to his empire. But any father would do whatever it took to protect his daughter, even from someone like Edward Ulrick."Where is Abigail?" Edward’s voice was low but firm, straight to the point."Why are you asking me that? You’re her husband," the older man shot back, his tone laced with mockery."This isn’t a game, and I’m not here to argue. I’ll ask you one more time—where is Abigail?" Edward’s gaze hardened, his voice rising just enough to make his point."And you’ve got t
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