All Chapters of Betrayal Between the vows : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The lawyer’s office smelled like leather, silence, and money. The kind of money that didn’t blink. Old money. Cold.Lucas sat stiff, back straight in a chair that probably cost more than his car. Everything in the room screamed status polished wood, clean lines, walls that made you whisper. And across from him, Elias. Sitting there like he belonged. Like this was nothing.But Lucas could see it, just beneath the surface. That quiet tension. Elias looked calm, sure. But his eyes weren’t.At the head of the long table sat Philip Granger family lawyer, snake in a suit. Expensive tie, voice like a closing door.“Well then,” Granger said, fingers laced neatly. “Since Mr. Ward has been declared stable both physically and mentally and considering your marriage is still recognized by law, I’ve drawn up an amendment to the prenuptial agreement.”Lucas blinked. “Sorry… what now?”Granger didn’t even look at him. “The trust requires your marriage to remain publicly intact for six months. If

The rain hadn’t let up once all day. It didn’t fall in dramatic bursts it just stayed. Cold, steady, persistent. Lucas stood at the window, arms crossed, watching the glass blur with streaks. The whole sky looked like it had given up.He understood the feeling.Behind him, a door creaked. He didn’t move. He knew those footsteps barefoot, light, careful. Elias.He padded into the kitchen, damp hair curling slightly, towel looped around his neck, shirtless, relaxed in that way that used to drive Lucas quietly mad. There was something softer about him tonight. Less polished. Less like the stranger who had come back. More like... him.“You’re up,” Elias said, opening the fridge.“I never went down,” Lucas replied, his voice low.Elias grabbed a bottle of water, hesitating before leaning on the counter. He looked like he was trying to find the words, unsure if they were safe to say out loud.“I had this dream,” he said finally. “You kissed me.”Lucas’s gaze didn’t shift. “Yeah?”Elias nodd

The trees didn’t speak, but they carried memory.Lucas drove in silence, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting in his lap. The road wound through the pines like it always had narrow, familiar, lined with damp moss and gravel. Branches reached over the car like arms, as if the forest were trying to bring them home. No cars. No sound but the tires crunching the earth. Just them and the trees.Elias stared out the window, quiet. He hadn’t said much since they passed the last town.Lucas exhaled slowly as the wooden gate came into view.“We’re here,” he said, voice rough.Elias leaned forward, peering through the windshield. “It’s… quiet. Looks like a painting.”Lucas didn’t answer. He parked. Got out. The gate stuck the way it always did, creaking when he pushed it open. The cabin sat back behind the trees same weathered cedar, same slope of the roof, still a little crooked from the storm three winters ago. Moss had spread across one side. The porch sagged slightly. The windows

Lucas hadn’t stepped inside his family’s house in nearly five years.The moment the doorman saw him, he froze. The housekeeper looked confused, blinking like she’d seen a ghost. But the second Lucas said who he was there to see, the tension vanished. No questions. Just a quiet nod and the door slowly opening like it still remembered how to welcome him home.The house looked the same. Felt the same, too. Cold. Heavy. All that marble and silence pressing down like a tomb. Everything clean, expensive, hollow.His mother was waiting at the foot of the stairs.She looked older hair silvering at the edges, her frame a little thinner but her presence hadn’t softened. She still stood like a statue. Elegant. Icy. Unshakable.“I was wondering when you’d come,” she said flatly. No smile. No warmth.Lucas didn’t come any closer. “I need answers.”She tilted her head just slightly. “Of course you do. Especially after that charming little display on the news.”That word display hit harder than he e

Spring turned the mountains into something almost unreal buds bursting from every branch, wildflowers scattered like confetti along the trail, and birds singing like the world had finally decided to breathe again.Inside the small cabin, Lucas stood in front of the mirror, wrestling with his tie. His hands were unsteady, but not from nerves. It felt more like awe or maybe something quieter. Gratitude.He was about to marry Elias. Again.But this time, it wasn’t about legalities. No contract. No silent threats. Just the two of them. Their decision.The door creaked open. In the mirror’s reflection, Elias stood behind him barefoot, damp from the lake, his hair a mess, that crooked smile on his lips. A navy suit hung casually from his frame, tie forgotten.“Hey,” Elias said softly.Lucas turned, breath catching. “Hey.”“You ready?” Elias asked, teasing just a little.Lucas let out a breath that felt three years long. “I’ve been ready.”They chose a small meadow near the river, a place wo