All Chapters of Our love to hide: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The interview aired at 7 p.m. sharp.Ethan and Nathan sat side by side on the worn couch of their temporary hideout, a dimly lit Airbnb tucked into a quiet corner of the city. The living room was silent except for the flickering glow of the television screen. They watched themselves appear on the talk show, their posture composed, voices calm, but every word was a risk. Every sentence a match tossed into gasoline.The host had opened with care, but the questions dug deep."Nathan, do you acknowledge the age gap and the fact that Ethan was your stepson?"Nathan had taken a long breath. "Yes. We know how it looks. We never intended to fall in love. But life isn't a neat script. It’s messy, unpredictable. What matters is consent, honesty, and how we treat each other."Ethan's on-screen self added, "I was twenty-one when anything happened. It wasn’t grooming. It was two people finding something real in a world full of masks."The host leaned in. "And to your critics who say this was immor

The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, but the air in the Rivera household was anything but peaceful. Vanessa stood at the kitchen counter, her coffee untouched, her fingers nervously twisting the corner of a letter. The words printed on the crisp paper had hollowed her out."Some things are better left buried. You don’t want to ruin what’s left of your good name. Stay quiet."There was no signature, no return address. Just a plain white envelope slid under her door sometime during the night.Vanessa’s hands shook slightly. It wasn’t the first time someone had tried to shame her into silence, but this felt different. This was targeted, cold, deliberate. A threat wrapped in courtesy.She turned as footsteps approached. Sarah, dressed in a hoodie and leggings, fresh from her morning jog, froze when she saw her mother’s expression."What happened?" Sarah asked, moving closer.Vanessa handed her the letter. Sarah read it once, then again, her eyes narrowing."L

The courthouse buzzed like a disturbed hive. Reporters gathered like moths to flame, flashes of cameras bouncing off the marble steps, microphones shoved into the faces of anyone with a badge or a press credential. The air crackled with tension. Not just legal drama, this was moral theater. And at its center: Lucas Greene.Ethan stood just inside the glass doors, his heart hammering so loudly it drowned out everything else. Nathan stood beside him, his hand briefly brushing Ethan’s, grounding him."Are you ready for this?" Nathan asked.Ethan nodded, even though he wasn’t sure what ready meant anymore.The DA had moved swiftly after Sarah's leaked files went viral. Emails, payment records, voice memos Lucas had tried to erase it all, but not fast enough. There was now enough to charge him with fraud, witness intimidation, and obstruction of justice. More could follow."Mr. Greene will be arraigned at 10:30 a.m.," someone announced, and the press surged forward again.Sarah joined them

The wind was soft and salt-touched, curling off the lake in lazy sweeps as if the earth itself had finally exhaled. Nathan stood at the edge of the dock, his shoes forgotten somewhere in the grass behind him, his toes gripping the damp wood. The lake shimmered beneath the morning sun, reflecting shades of silver and blue that danced like a dream.Ethan approached slowly, his footsteps light in the dewy grass. The same lake. The same dock. The same two people. And yet, everything had changed.Nathan turned when he heard him, and something in his eyes softened instantly."I thought you might not come," he said."I almost didn't," Ethan replied, stepping up beside him. "But then I remembered what this place meant. What it still means."Nathan let the silence stretch between them, but it wasn't empty anymore. It was full of what had been said, of what had survived."You always called this your soft place," Ethan murmured, glancing out at the lake.Nathan smiled faintly. "I used to come

The morning mist kissed the horizon as the sun began to rise over the secluded beach in Florida. Soft waves lapped at the shore, the water glowing gold under the newborn light. A gentle wind fluttered through the palm trees, carrying with it the promise of peace, of beginnings, of a chapter rewritten not in secrecy, but in truth.Ethan stood barefoot on the sand, his white shirt fluttering loosely over cream-colored pants, rolled up to his ankles. His heart beat wildly in his chest, a symphony of nerves and joy. Around him stood only those who mattered: Vanessa in a pale blue dress that glimmered in the morning light, Sarah in soft lavender, and Isabelle in a coral gown, holding a simple bouquet of lilies. All of them are silent witnesses to a story reborn.Nathan approached from across the sand, barefoot as well, dressed in pale gray with a small white rose pinned to his chest. His eyes locked on Ethan's, and everything else faded. The chaos, the hatred, the courtroom battles and b