บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Sarah slammed the door so hard the decorative vase on the foyer table rattled dangerously.She stormed into the Donovan suite like a woman possessed, her heels echoing against the marble tiles of the luxurious floor.Her face, once carefully composed with elegant makeup, was now flushed red, eyes stormy with frustration and disbelief.“Asher!” she shouted.He was sitting on the couch, still wearing the same dark shirt from earlier, the collar loose and sleeves rolled up. A crystal glass of untouched scotch sat on the table in front of him. His eyes were distant, fixed on the city skyline outside the large windows.She stormed closer, stopping just a few feet from him, trying to catch her breath. “I’ve been calling you for hours! You left me sitting at that restaurant like some pathetic trophy wife to be, and now you’re just here, drinking and brooding? You don’t even have the decency to answer my texts?!”He didn’t respond immediately.Just a slow, exhale. Like her presence had barely

The drive to the office was quiet.Too quiet.Vera normally enjoyed her mornings after dropping Eira off, listening to classical instrumentals or the occasional podcast on design trends, but today her fingers tightened around the steering wheel, her mind looping back to her daughter's innocent words:“He looked sad, Mommy… So I told him to smile more.”She had smiled at the time, even chuckled at Eira’s sweetness. But now, driving through the city with sunlight streaking through her windows, something about it just… wouldn’t leave her.A stranger? Right outside the school gates?No matter how harmless it had seemed, no matter how casually Eira described it, the thought made Vera uneasy.By the time she pulled into the underground parking of the Fontaine Tech Tower, she had convinced herself she was just being paranoid. Still, her feet moved faster than usual toward the elevator.She stepped out into the marble floored lobby and nearly bumped into a familiar figure.“Whoa, slow down th

Too late for what?The question echoed in Asher’s mind like a drumbeat.He hadn’t moved from the fence, hadn’t blinked in what felt like minutes. The scene before him, the giggles, the embrace, the affection between Dorian and the little girl, played like a cruel montage.Dorian Fontaine has a daughter?Why didn’t he know this?Why hadn’t he heard a whisper of it in the circles they both moved in?Dorian was a walking headline, a man whose every move was tracked, speculated on, admired. The press adored him. So how, how had no one known?Or maybe they had. And he hadn’t noticed.Or worse… maybe it had been kept from him.Asher’s jaw tightened as he watched Dorian lift Eira’s tiny backpack from the ground and sling it over one shoulder.They moved with the fluid rhythm of familiarity, he even knelt to tie her shoelace, and Eira held his shoulder for balance, giggling about something Asher couldn’t hear.That laugh...It wasn’t just similar to Vera’s. It was hers.He closed his eyes, th

Asher sank to the floor of the security room, head in his hands, his chest heaving with the weight of it all.“I let her go,” he whispered. “I let her go when she was trying to stay.”Regret settled over him like a funeral shroud.And somewhere in his mind… Eira’s little voice echoed again.“You should smile more.”He didn’t smile.He couldn’t.Because the mother of that sweet little girl, his little girl, had left him behind, and he’d helped push her out the door.He thought he had time to move on.But now?Now, time was a debt he didn’t know how to repay.Asher remained slumped on the cold floor of the security room, the dim blue light of the monitors casting long shadows across his face.His knuckles were white from clenching, jaw tight, the pain in his chest heavy enough to crush bone.He wasn’t even sure how long he’d sat there, haunted by her voice. Haunted by her silence. Haunted by his own blindness.With slow movements, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone

The house was dim and peaceful by the time they stepped inside, the soft hum of the air conditioner blending with the click of Vera's heels as she carried a sleepy Eira in her arms.Dorian followed quietly, his jacket slung over one shoulder, careful not to break the calm of the moment.Vera whispered a soft “thank you” when he gently opened Eira’s bedroom door for her, revealing the pastel lit room inside, filled with stuffed animals, storybooks, and paper stars taped across the ceiling.A small lavender lamp glowed on the nightstand, casting a warm hue over the room.Eira stirred a little in her mother’s arms as they lowered her into bed, her little hands instinctively reaching for her fox plushie.“Mama…” she mumbled drowsily.“I’m here, baby,” Vera murmured, brushing a strand of curly hair off her daughter’s forehead.Dorian crouched beside the bed, watching the way Vera tenderly tucked the blanket up to Eira’s chin, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.There was a stillness in t