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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-08 06:47:06

Desmond had been sitting in the chair beside the bed for what felt like hours.

He had changed out of his work clothes after they returned from the hospital, but he had barely moved from the room since then. His phone rested in one hand while his attention shifted between the screen and Olive, who had been lying quietly beneath the covers.

The room had been silent for so long that Olive had almost convinced herself he would stay there without saying another word.

Then Desmond finally locked his
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  • You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn    Conflicts

    Auto Saved Word Count 12379/70“Mom, I already told you. I’m not announcing our marriage tonight.”Alain tightened his cufflink as he stood in front of the mirror, his phone pressed against his ear. He had been getting ready for the gala for nearly twenty minutes, but the conversation with his mother had turned into an argument he had no intention of losing.“You cannot be serious,” his mother replied. “Your father has already spoken to the Sterling board, and Victoria’s parents are expecting the announcement. What exactly do you want us to tell them when you walk into that ballroom and say nothing?”“Tell them I changed my mind.”“Alain.”He closed his eyes briefly.“I said I’m not doing it.”His mother’s voice hardened. “You and Victoria are married. You agreed to this arrangement, and tonight is simply the first time both families intended to acknowledge it publicly. Why are you suddenly acting as though something has changed?”Alain said nothing.There were some things he could

  • You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn    Beautiful stranger

    Desmond had been sitting in the chair beside the bed for what felt like hours.He had changed out of his work clothes after they returned from the hospital, but he had barely moved from the room since then. His phone rested in one hand while his attention shifted between the screen and Olive, who had been lying quietly beneath the covers.The room had been silent for so long that Olive had almost convinced herself he would stay there without saying another word.Then Desmond finally locked his phone and stood.Olive watched him take a step toward the door.Something inside her tightened.“Desmond.”He stopped.She reached out and caught his hand before he could walk away. He looked down at their hands, then back at her.“Please don't go.”There was something in her voice that made him pause.“I’m not going anywhere. I’m still around the house. If anything is wrong, you can let me know immediately.”“Do you even care about me?”Desmond's expression changed slightly.Olive slowly pushed

  • You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn    Ghost rider

    Standing upright seemed to take far more effort than it should.Ethan frowned.“Are you okay?”His voice made Olive turn toward him. She forced a small smile.“It’s just morning sickness,” she said softly. “I’m pregnant. I’ll be fine.”As she spoke, Ethan’s eyes drifted to the glass of water in her hand. Her fingers were wrapped so tightly around it that her knuckles had turned white. She tried to take another step. Suddenly, the hallway seemed to tilt beneath her feet. The walls blurred together, and a wave of dizziness hit so hard she couldn’t tell which way was up. She froze, clutching the staircase railing with one hand while the other instinctively tightened around the glass.Ethan’s smile disappeared.“Olive?”He moved toward her immediately.“Are you sure you’re okay? Is it that bad? I can call Desmond or take you to the hospital.”She shook her head weakly.“No… I’m okay…”The words had barely left her mouth before her knees gave out. Her fingers loosened. The glass slipped fr

  • You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn    Third time fate played

    The footsteps stopped a few feet behind her.Genevieve’s fingers tightened around the sleeve of her coat. She didn’t dare assume who stood behind her. Yet somehow… she already knew. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder. Her breath caught.Desmond.He stood a short distance away, dressed in a charcoal overcoat over a black shirt, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other held a bouquet of fresh white lilies. The morning breeze stirred his dark hair, and for a fleeting moment, neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. Time seemed to stand still as they simply stared at one another.Genevieve had imagined this moment countless times over the past few weeks. The hospital. The club. Twice fate had placed them within arm’s reach, yet somehow they had never exchanged a single word. Sometimes she imagined telling him everything — telling him the truth and wondering if, after hearing it, he would still choose her. Then she would remember the woman he had brought into their home.

  • You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn    Death anniversary

    Victoria drew a slow breath before tearing her eyes away from the studio.“Come on,” she said quietly. “You have another meeting in fifteen minutes.”Alain gave one last glance toward the set before following beside her. Neither of them spoke at first. The hallway was lined with framed campaign photographs from previous Sterling Couture collections. Every image told the story of a different season, a different face, a different chapter in the company’s history. Their footsteps echoed softly against the marble floor.It was Victoria who finally broke the silence. Just outside Alain’s office, she stopped.“There was something else.”Alain looked at her expectantly. He waited and slipped his hands into his trouser pockets.“My mother called this morning.”He waited.“They think it’s time. They want us to announce our marriage during the Sterling Legacy Gala.”Alain’s expression remained unreadable. Victoria searched his face for a reaction. She found none.“The press will already be ther

  • You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn    A spark in her eyes

    “I’m still against it.”The objection cut through the boardroom, drawing every pair of eyes toward the speaker.The lights had been dimmed so the large projector at the front of the room could take center stage. Across the screen were a series of professionally edited campaign photographs — elegant, effortless, and captivating.Every image featured the same woman.Genevieve Vaughn.Or rather… Genevieve.Her last name had quietly been removed from every presentation draft.At the head of the long conference table, Alain sat with one hand resting lightly on the arm of his chair. His expression was unreadable as the executives around him debated the company’s newest decision.“Our brand represents sophistication,” the Director of Public Relations began. “Luxury customers are extremely particular about image. Genevieve’s divorce has been on every major news outlet for weeks. Whether we like it or not, people associate her with scandal.”Several heads nodded in agreement.Another executiv

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