INICIAR SESIĂNDear Amazing Readers, đ
Thank you so much for your constant love and support for my stories. I just wanted to let you know the sole reason I haven't updated for over two weeks now. I am currently having an important test this week at school, so it has obviously delayed updates for these weeks passed. (Sad đ˘)
Please bear with me, my loves, I promise to return with even more exciting chapters once the test is over. Your patience means just the world to me!
Much love,
sheilla
Dear Amazing Readers, đ Thank you so much for your constant love and support for my stories. I just wanted to let you know the sole reason I haven't updated for over two weeks now. I am currently having an important test this week at school, so it has obviously delayed updates for these weeks passed. (Sad đ˘)Please bear with me, my loves, I promise to return with even more exciting chapters once the test is over. Your patience means just the world to me!Much love,sheilla
When the Past Refuses to Sign Away Its PowerELENA lifted the phone to her ear, her fingers tightening slightly around it as the call connected.âHello?â she said, keeping her voice steady.âMrs. Brooksâ sorry, Ms. Elena,â her lawyer corrected himself quickly. âI just left Marcusâs residence.âHer heart skipped. She straightened in the chair instinctively, every muscle in her body going taut. Eamon, who had been leaning casually against the edge of the desk, noticed the shift immediately. His posture changed, attention sharpening, though he said nothing.âAnd?â Elena asked, her voice barely above a whisper.There was a pause on the other end. A heavy one.âHe refused to sign the papers.âElenaâs lips parted. âRefused?â she repeated, disbelief flooding her tone. âOn what grounds?ââHe claims the divorce is âunnecessaryâ and insists that the marriage is still salvageable,â the lawyer said, his voice professional but edged with frustration. âHe also questioned the timing, implied coercio
Papers, Promises, and the Point of No ReturnAVA hadnât expected it, none of it. Not the way Eamon stepped closer to Elena, not the way his body angled instinctively toward her, protective and familiar, and certainly not the way his left arm slid around Elenaâs waist as though it belonged there. As though it had always belonged there.Her heart twirled violently in her chest.She felt it, felt the sudden loss of balance, the sharp, dizzying realization crashing into her all at once. The clerk. The *old cargo*. Elena. Standing there, tucked neatly into Eamonâs side, calm, confident, adored.Eamon leaned closer to Elena, lowering his voice just enough to make it private but not enough to hide the intimacy of it. His thumb brushed lightly against her waist as he spoke, his posture relaxed, unguarded. Loversâ body languageâ easy, unconscious, practiced.Avaâs lips wobbled.Her mouth opened, then closed. Opened again. No words came. It was as though the floor beneath her feet had cracked o
When Masks Fall in the HallwayELENA stepped out of the elevator and into the quiet hallway that led straight to Eamonâs office. The silence felt heavier than usual, broken only by the soft click of her heels against the polished floor. This time, she wasnât holding any documents or files, wasnât mentally rehearsing figures or reports or how to present herself. She wasnât even there for anything work-related. Her thoughts were elsewhere, tangled and restless, her heart beating a little faster with each step she took.She slowed as she neared the office door, the familiar oak wooden frame suddenly intimidating. Elena raised her hand, fingers hovering just inches from the doorknob. She hesitated, drawing in a small breathâ then froze.The knob turned from the inside.Before she could react, the door clicked open.The last person she had expected stepped out.Ava.Elena blinked, momentarily stunned, her lips parting slightly as the realization sank in. Ava stood there with the confidence
When the Past Finally BreaksELENA looked at him as though he had spoken in another language.âDivorce?â she asked, her eyes widening.âYes, babe,â Eamon replied calmly, but firmly. âA divorce⌠and a legal claim on Evan. That would put a final hold on all of this.â He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. âSomething official. Something binding. Like a restraint.âShe stared at him, silent.The word echoed in her head, divorce. She had carried it like a forbidden thought for years, burying it under fear, hope, guilt, and exhaustion. She had never allowed herself to examine it closely. But now, sitting beside Eamon, with the nightâs chaos still fresh, it suddenly made sense in a way it never had before.She inhaled slowly.âYou knowâŚâ she began, then paused. âYou are right.âEamon turned to her fully.âOf course I am,â he said gently. âDropping his last nameâ that thing that still ties you both togetherâ is what you need to finally stop him from showing up whenever h
Held Together by SilenceTHE air shifted the moment Eamon came out the door and stepped fully onto the porch.It was subtle, but unmistakable, like a storm changing direction.Marcus froze for half a second, then his jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms as anger surged hot and ugly through him. âWhy must he appear everywhere? Every time?â The thought burned.âOh,â Marcus scoffed bitterly, breaking the tense silence. âSo this is your new man now, huh?âElena stiffened beside the door, but Eamon didnât move an inch. He stood tall, shoulders squared, his presence calm yet unyielding.âWatch your tone,â Eamon said coolly. âYou are trespassing.âMarcus laughed, sharp and humorless. âTrespassing? On whatâ your charity project?â His eyes slid to Elena with venom. âIs this what you do now, Elena? Replace me so fast you donât even pretend to grieve?âElenaâs voice shook, but she spoke. âYou donât get to stand here and talk like that. You came







