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Chapter 114: The Weight of Her Truth
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Winning Her Back Chapter 119: The Space Between the Words
The silence in the car was a living, breathing entity. It wasn't empty; it was filled to bursting with the echo of that single, world-altering word. Wife. It seemed to shimmer in the air between us, catching the light from passing streetlamps, each one a fleeting strobe illuminating the profound shift in the man beside me.Ethan didn't start the engine. His hands, usually so decisive, rested on the steering wheel as if he, too, were trying to anchor himself in the new reality he’d just proclaimed. The scent of him filled the space, a sensory claim more potent than any legal document.My hand was still encased in his, our fingers laced together on the cool leather of the seat. His thumb began to move, a slow, absent-minded caress against my skin that sent sparks shooting up my arm. It was this simple, unconscious touch that finally unlocked my voice."Ethan," I began, the word soft, almost lost in the hum of the city beyond our glass and metal cocoon. He turned his head, his eyes dark
Winning Her Back Chapter 118: “Wife”
The question hung in the air between us, sparkling and terrifying. *Will you go on a date with me?*My heart was a wild thing, beating against my ribs like it wanted to get to him. I just stared, my tired brain trying to catch up. The flowers, the suit, the raw hope in his eyes, it was a universe away from the man who’d once offered me a contract.“Why?” The word was out before I could stop it, a breathy, confused sound. “Ethan, after everything… why a date?”He didn’t smile. His expression was dead serious, the intensity in his gaze pinning me to the spot. He took a single step forward, closing the distance until the heady scent of him wrapped around me. He didn’t touch me. The space between our bodies hummed with the promise of it.“Because I don’t just want to get you back, Lila,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, each word a deliberate strike against my defenses. “I want you. I want you in every way a man can have a woman. I want your body, I want your anger, and God help me, I
Winning Her Back Chapter 117: Roses
The scent of him lingered on my sheets long after he was gone, a ghost of expensive cologne and pure, unadulterated Ethan that I kept pressing my face into like an addict. I was ruined for any other air.A sharp, efficient rap at the door, Sandra’s signature knock jerked me from the haze. I pulled on the shirt he’d left behind, its fabric whispering against my skin, and went to open the door.Sandra’s eyes did a quick, forensic scan of the apartment, the two wine glasses by the sink, the discarded suit jacket slung over my chair, the general aura of spent lightning and a slow, knowing smirk spread across her face. “Well, well. Looks like the ceasefire negotiations were a success.”I laughed, the sound still throaty and unfamiliar. “Something like that.”We settled with tea, and the words just tumbled out of me, a river held back for too long. I told her everything, from the terrifying headlines to the devastating texts, from the shared pasta to the way he’d held my painted hand like i
Winning Her Back Chapter 116: The Unspoken Language
The scent of turpentine and the ghost of his texts still hung in the air, a heady cocktail that made my studio feel more like a sacred space than a messy workspace. My brush hovered over the chaotic swirls of gold and violet, but my focus was shot. Every nerve ending was tuned to the phone on the table, replaying his last message. Mine. The word wasn't possessive; it was a vow that had settled deep in my bones, a quiet earthquake rearranging my entire internal landscape.A different kind of knock echoed through the apartment. Not the sharp, frantic pounding of my fears, but a firm, familiar rhythm that sent a jolt of pure recognition through me. His rhythm.My heart did a foolish, giddy somersault against my ribs. I dropped the brush into a jar of cloudy water, wiping my hands on a rag already stained with the evidence of my emotional storm. The paint on my fingers felt like a badge of honor as I walked to the door, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears.I didn't bother with the pee
Winning Her Back Chapter 115: The Canvas and the Current
The car door clicked shut behind me, sealing off the world of soft leather and Ethan’s warm, sandalwood-and-coffee scent. The chill Helsinki air bit my cheeks, a stark contrast to the lingering heat radiating from my lips. He hadn’t just dropped me off; he’d lingered, his hand cupping my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheekbone, his gaze holding mine through the open window with an intensity that made the pavement feel unsteady beneath my feet."Call you later?" he’d asked, his voice low, roughened by the memory of the night, the morning, the promises whispered against my skin in the quiet dawn light of his penthouse. It wasn’t really a question. It was a thread, thrown across the growing distance.Instead of answering, I leaned back in. My fingers curled around the cool edge of the car window frame. His eyes, dark pools reflecting the grey morning light, locked onto mine. The air crackled, charged with everything unsaid, everything felt. The memory of his hands, his mouth, t
Winning Her Back Chapter 114: The Weight of Her Truth
Ethan's POVSunlight. Real, honest-to-God sunlight, warm and buttery, spilled across my pillow. For a second, I just lay there, breathing in the quiet. Not the oppressive silence of the past few years, but a peaceful, full quiet. Because she was here. Lila. Under my roof. Sleeping down the hall. The sheer, impossible rightness of it hit me square in the chest, a warmth deeper than the sunbeam. I hadn’t dared hope for this, not really, not after everything. But here we were. Dawn breaking, and my world felt aligned.I slipped out of bed like I was defusing a bomb, careful not to make a sound. Padding barefoot across the cool wood floor to the doorway of the guest room, I paused. The door was ajar. Just enough to see her. Curled on her side, swallowed by my old grey t-shirt, one hand tucked under her cheek. Dark lashes fanned against her skin. Peaceful. God, she looked peaceful. And beautiful. Heart-stoppingly beautiful. A lump formed in my throat. Just let her sleep. Let her have thi
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