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Chapter 108: The Calm Before the Double Storm
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Winning Her Back Chapter 108: The Calm Before the Double Storm
The stale air in my apartment had become a tangible thing, thick with the scent of unwashed despair and cold pizza crusts. Days bled into each other, marked only by the shifting patterns of grey light filtering through the perpetually drawn blinds. I’d become a ghost haunting my own life, jumping at the buzz of the intercom, letting calls from unknown numbers bleed into voicemail oblivion. My phone, permanently silenced, lay buried under a couch cushion like a live grenade I couldn’t bring myself to defuse. The world outside felt like a minefield, one step held the potential for Michael’s icy shrapnel or Ethan’s consuming fire.The tearing sensation inside me hadn’t lessened; it had fossilized into a constant, grinding ache. Heart: Ethan. The phantom heat of his kiss still lingered, a brand on my lips that pulsed with treacherous longing whenever I closed my eyes. Brain: Michael. The image of those scattered red petals, the chilling finality of his silence, the imagined emptiness of
Winning Her Back Chapter 107: The Tearing Point
My hand didn't reach for Ethan's promise, nor recoil from Michael's ice. It flew upwards, fingers clawing into my own hair, nails scraping my scalp, a desperate anchor against the vortex threatening to shred me from the inside out. The world tilted, the scattered crimson petals like wounds on the grass, Michael’s shattered face, Ethan’s outstretched hand blazing with terrifying hope. The pressure behind my eyes was volcanic, the taste of Ethan’s kiss still a brand on my swollen lips, warring violently with the phantom sting of Michael’s betrayal."Stop." The word ripped from my throat, raw and guttural, silencing Michael’s frozen fury and Ethan’s low, urgent plea. It wasn't loud, but it carried the weight of breaking glass. "Just stop."I took a stumbling step backwards, away from the precipice Ethan offered, away from the desolate ruins Michael guarded. My legs felt like water, my vision tunneling. The intensity of their gazes, Michael’s agonized accusation, Ethan’s fierce, possessiv
Winning Her Back Chapter 106: Ashes and Roses
The world dissolved into heat and the devastating taste of him, coffee, mint, and something uniquely, irrevocably Ethan. His lips moved against mine, not gentle, not tentative, but claiming, consuming, a wildfire ignited by months of suppressed longing and the shattering truth of my silence. My hands fisted in the cotton of his Henley, anchoring myself as much as pulling him closer, needing the solid reality of him against the dizzying spin of sensation. Rational thought was ash. There was only the searing pressure of his mouth, the scratch of stubble against my skin, the possessive grip of his hand on my waist burning through my shirt, and the low groan vibrating in his chest that echoed the desperate whimper trapped in my throat. The orphanage garden, the sunshine, the children’s distant laughter, all vanished. There was only Ethan, his kiss a brand, his presence the only gravity left in my collapsing universe.His tongue swept against the seam of my lips, a demand and a plea, and I
Winning Her Back Chapter 105: The Lie That Wouldn't Stick
The plastic tea cup trembled in my hand, lukewarm water sloshing over the tiny rim onto my jeans. Across the miniature table, Aina’s wide, earnest eyes blinked up at me, waiting for my verdict on the invisible crumpets. "It's lovely, darling," I murmured, the words tasting like ash. Lovely. Like the hollow perfection of Michael’s apartment. Like the silver dress still hanging in my closet, a monument to a failed operation. My mind wasn’t in the sun-dappled chaos of the Lastelina orphanage playroom; it was trapped in the charged silence of a dark SUV, vibrating with words unsaid and a touch that still burned like a brand on my skin.Three days.Three days since the gallery implosion. Three days since Michael’s icy silence had replaced his fury, a chilling vacuum that screamed impending doom. Three days since Ethan’s gravelly voice had promised ‘unfinished business’ and handed me a legal grenade. The contested divorce papers sat in my bag now, a physical weight anchoring me to the past
Winning Her Back Chapter 104: Collision Course
The day was just starting, but I already couldn’t wait for the end. The silk of the cobalt dress whispered against my skin, a cool counterpoint to the feverish effort thrumming beneath. Michael’s hand rested possessively on the small of my back, guiding me through the throng of the city’s elite at the Van Derlyn Gallery opening. Crystal chandeliers refracted light onto polished marble floors. Laughter and the clink of champagne flutes formed a brittle soundtrack. I was the picture Michael wanted: poised, elegant, his.Operation: Fall in Love with Michael – Phase 3: Public Integration.I focused on the solid warmth of his hand, the proud tilt of his chin as he acknowledged acquaintances. See? I lectured my treacherous heart. This is security. This is admiration. This is where you belong. I leaned into him slightly, offering a smile I’d practiced in the mirror, warm, engaged, loving. He squeezed my waist in response, his eyes soft. Triumph flared in him; he saw progress. He saw success
Winning Her Back Chapter 103: Forced kisses
Then, the intrusions. Like enemy fire breaching my carefully constructed defenses.Michael meticulously dissected his duck breast with surgical precision.A flash: Ethan, grinning, sauce smeared near his mouth, tearing into a messy burger with unabashed gusto. The memory was sharp, visceral, carrying the phantom scent of grease and his laughter. I flinched, almost knocking over my wine glass.The gentle lap of waves against the pier outside. Sudden, unbidden: A freezing, windswept beach, rain lashing down, Ethan shouting over the gale, trying to fix a broken-down car, soaked and furious, while I huddled miserably. A disastrous trip. Yet, the raw, shared frustration felt more real, more alive, than the exquisite ambiance surrounding me now. I gripped the edge of the tablecloth.A man at a nearby table laughed, a deep, resonant chuckle. My heart stopped. Ethan. Not his laugh, not quite, but the timbre was close enough to send a jolt of pure, electric recognition down my spine. I froze
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