All Chapters of You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter One HundredMaya’s POVThe fire had burned low, soft orange fading into a dull red glow. The room felt smaller now, like the air had thickened overnight, trapping everything we’d done inside it.I could still feel him against my skin not his weight anymore, but the memory of it. The heat of his breath near my neck, the quiet way he’d said my name, the sound of his heartbeat when everything else had gone silent.Ethan hadn’t moved much. He lay on his back, one arm still around me, his hand resting loosely on my hip. His chest rose and fell slow, steady, but I could tell he wasn’t asleep. Neither of us were.I kept my eyes on the ceiling, the faint cracks in the plaster, the way the morning light started to push through the curtains. Everything outside was waking up, but inside this room, it felt like time hadn’t moved at all.The silence between us wasn’t heavy just fragile. The kind that would break if either of us spoke too soon.I shifted slightly, and his hand tightened jus

Chapter One Hundred and TwoMaya’s POVThe night was quieter than usual.Not peaceful, just quiet the kind that comes after something breaks but no one talks about it.I couldn’t sleep. The bed felt too warm, the sheets too heavy, the silence too loud. I turned onto my side, then onto my back, staring at the faint light bleeding in through the curtains.Ethan had left hours ago, but his scent was still in the room. It lingered on the pillow beside me, in the air I breathed, in the ache between my thighs. Every time I tried to let go of it, my body reminded me what we’d done, what we couldn’t take back.I pushed the blanket off and sat up slowly. The fire had burned down to a dull orange glow. I pulled on my robe, tied it at my waist, and crossed to the door.The corridor outside was dim, almost empty. I hesitated before stepping out, barefoot against the cold floor.Maybe I just needed air.The castle was different at night stripped of its noise, its authority. The walls didn’t listen

Chapter One Hundred and Four Ethan’s POVThe sound of her voice carried faintly down the hallway.It wasn’t loud, but I knew it instantly. That tone is quiet but sharp around the edges. Like she was trying to stay calm while something inside her wasn’t.I didn’t mean to follow it. Not at first. But when I heard another voice respond a man’s voice my body just moved.The corridor was dim, the kind of light that made everything feel closer. My footsteps slowed as I neared the door, and that’s when I saw it the faint crack of light spilling from the open frame. She was in there. With him.Alvarez.He stood too close to her. Not touching, but close enough that it made my chest tighten. Maya’s back was against the edge of the table, her arms crossed over her chest like she was trying to create space that didn’t exist.“I told you not to come here,” she said, her tone even but her eyes giving her away.“And I told you I don’t listen well,” Alvarez said, a small smirk on his face. He leaned

Chapter One Hundred and Six Maya’s POV The fire had burned down to soft, dying embers. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of morning wind pressing against the windows. The air smelled like smoke and something warmer than him. Ethan’s arm was still around me. My back pressed to his chest, my skin bare beneath the sheets that had slipped too low. His breathing was steady now, heavier than before, like he’d finally allowed himself to rest. I hadn’t slept at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of last night — the way his hands moved, the sound of his voice, the moment he stopped pretending he could control himself. It replayed in my head like something I wasn’t supposed to remember but couldn’t let go of. I turned slightly, careful not to wake him. The faint light coming through the curtains caught his face softer now, quieter. The tension that usually lived between his brows was gone. For once, he didn’t look like a man ready to fight the world. He j

Chapter One Hundred and Seven Maya’s POV The door closed, but the silence didn’t ease. Ethan was still standing there, eyes fixed on the spot where Alvarez had been. The firelight flickered across his face, pulling shadows across the hard line of his jaw. His chest rose slowly, but his breathing wasn’t steady. It hadn’t been since the king walked in. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t trust my voice not to break. The air felt thick, full of things neither of us could undo. Ethan’s hand was still around my arm, but his grip had gone loose. Like he’d forgotten he was even touching me. When I shifted slightly, his eyes snapped toward me again sharp, alert, almost wild for a second before he caught himself. “He knew,” I said quietly. Ethan’s jaw tightened. “He always knows.” There was anger under his voice, but it wasn’t loud. It was buried deep, the kind that burned instead of shouted. “He won’t stop,” I whispered. He turned away from me, dragging a hand through his hair. “He doe