Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Vera’s entire chest collapsed in on itself.She ended the call with shaking fingers and just stood there, her back pressed against the glass, her face pale and her lips quivering.Her stomach turned violently. She pressed a hand over it, instinctively protective.Her baby.Her baby didn’t deserve this.A sob escaped her lips, rough and raw and gut wrenching.She had dared to hope.She had dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was still something left between them.That perhaps he hadn’t really turned his back on her.But tonight had shattered every last fragile thread she’d been clinging to.“Asher…” she whispered his name, and it felt like it was the last time.Meanwhile, at Asher’s Penthouse… Asher stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair damp and skin flushed from the hot water.He rubbed a hand through his hair, muscles tense from days of exhaustion and restless nights.The air in the room felt strange.“Damien?” he called out, confused. His head security

Vera didn’t answer right away.Her fingers curled around her mug tighter.“I don’t know,” she finally whispered. “I wanted to tell him tonight. I even thought maybe we could… I don’t know, fix things. But after that call, I just…”She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to.Talia gave her hand a squeeze. “One step at a time. Heal first. Build. When the time is right, you’ll know what to do.”Vera nodded, her heart still raw but her eyes a little clearer.“I think I’m ready,” she said softly.“For what?”“For the fight,” Vera answered. “Not against him. Not against his family. But for me. For this baby. For my future.”And as the city lights flickered against the windows behind her, Vera made herself a silent promise:No matter what heartbreak she’d endured… she would rise.Because this was no longer just her story.It was theirs.The rain poured against the windows of Asher Donovan’s penthouse, much like the way his thoughts crashed inside his skull, loud, messy, and relentless.He paced t

Four years later...The late morning sun filtered gently through the sheer white curtains of the open floor living room, casting soft golden light over the sprawling rug where tiny toys and plushies lay like a pastel explosion.Vera’s apartment hadn’t changed much over the years, modern, elegant, tastefully quiet, but now, it bore the messy signature of motherhood.From the crayon art stuck to the fridge to the tiny ballerina shoes abandoned near the couch, it was the home of a child who ruled with dimpled smiles and pigtails.“Mamaaaa!” came a singsong voice from the hallway. “He’s here!”The thunder of tiny feet on hardwood echoed moments before a small figure barreled into the living room.Three and a half year old Eira Sterling Fontaine, as she insisted on being called when she was “feeling fancy”, skidded to a stop, her oversized unicorn slippers flapping.Her wild curls bounced with each movement, and her bright brown eyes sparkled with mischief.“Uncle Doriannn!” she squealed a

Vera sculpted towers with the bucket molds while Dorian carefully shaped connecting walls between them. Eira ran back and forth between the edge of the sandbox and her “supplies” bag, dragging over random items she insisted were magical components, a feather, a leaf, a shiny bottle cap.“Here, Mama! This is the unicorn gem!” she declared, plopping the bottle cap on top of one turret.Vera grinned. “Oh, absolutely. It radiates pure magic.”They worked together, heads bowed, fingers caked in sand, and laughter ringing around them like the melody of a perfect afternoon.When the castle was complete, with a moat dug by Dorian and a mini flag crafted by Eira from a twig and a gum wrapper, they all sat back to admire it.“It’s beautiful,” Vera said genuinely.“Because we made it together,” Eira said proudly, crawling into Vera’s lap and resting her head against her chest. “It’s the best day ever.”Vera wrapped her arms around her daughter and kissed the top of her head, feeling something tu

As he stood to leave, the sound of Vera’s voice from the hallway made him pause.“Is she asleep?”Dorian turned and nodded. “Just drifted off.”“She told me earlier you promised to help her build a castle in the sky next,” Vera said softly, stepping inside. Her voice held warmth, and a subtle smile played on her lips.“She’s got high expectations,” Dorian said.“She’s got you,” Vera murmured, her eyes meeting his in the low light.Neither spoke for a long beat.Finally, Dorian said, “She’s lucky. So am I.”Vera looked down at Eira’s sleeping form, her small hand curled beside her cheek. “Sometimes I wonder if she’ll hate me when she finds out... about her father. About why he wasn’t here.”Dorian stepped closer, his voice low. “She won’t. Because she’ll have the truth. And because she has you.”“And you,” Vera said before she could stop herself.The silence that followed wasn’t awkward...Vera reached down and brushed a strand of hair from Eira’s forehead. “Thank you… for being there