Todos os capítulos de You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter Twelve Alvarez POV I could still taste her on my lips, the memory of that kiss lingering like fire I could not put out. Yet instead of clinging to it, my mind twisted it into something cruel. My chest tightened with a mix of anger and shame I refused to name. She had looked at me with eyes full of hurt, and still I could not admit I was the one breaking us. It was easier to believe she was already slipping away from me. Ethan. The name hissed through my thoughts before I could stop it. He had been there in the shadows, I was sure of it. Always hanging around, always with that quiet patience that made people trust him. I hated the idea of him watching Maya cry, watching her crumble in my arms, and thinking he could be the one to pick her up. I paced the length of my room like a caged animal. My cousins were outside, voices drifting faintly through the walls. Diego’s name floated in one of their conversations, a reminder of family roots I no longer felt grounded to. Even su

Chapter Fourteen Alvarez’s POVThe morning after a fight always feels like stepping into a graveyard. The words we hurled at each other the night before lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating, like ghosts refusing to move on.Maya was already in the kitchen when I came down. She didn’t look up when I entered. The clink of a spoon against a mug was the only sound, and it hit me harder than shouting ever could. Silence was her weapon now, and it was cutting deeper than I expected.I lingered by the doorway, hands shoved in my pockets, watching her stir her coffee. I wanted to say something. Anything. But the words felt jammed in my throat. If I apologised, would it even matter? If I defended myself, would it only make things worse?Her shoulders were tense, her hair falling forward as she leaned over the counter. I used to love mornings like this, watching her move around the kitchen like it was our little world. Now, it felt like I was intruding on a space that didn’t want me.“Yo

Chapter SixteenAlvarez’s POVThe house felt different after last night. Every wall seemed to carry the echo of our shouting, every chair and picture frame reminding me of words I should not have said and words Maya should not have said either. I woke with a heaviness in my chest, the kind that comes from knowing a wound is open and bleeding but pretending you can walk as if nothing happened.Maya was quiet in the kitchen, her back turned to me as she moved around the counter. The clatter of dishes was louder than it needed to be, sharp enough to slice through the silence. I stood there for a moment, just watching her, my throat tight with the memory of her voice when she said maybe we were too broken.I wanted to reach for her, to say something soft, but then the knock came at the door.She stiffened. I already knew who it was.Maya wiped her hands on a towel and went to open it. And there he was. Ethan. His easy smile, his casual presence, as if he had every right to show up here.“

Chapter Eighteen Maya’s POV “Are you okay?” Alvarez’s voice drifted across the room as Maya adjusted the cuffs of her blouse, pretending to be focused on her reflection in the mirror. She forced a smile. “Yeah. I’m fine.” But the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She could see it in the glass—her lips curved upward, but her gaze looked distant, unsettled. Alvarez leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, studying her carefully. His dark brows furrowed as if he were trying to read what she wasn’t saying. “You’ve been… distracted,” he said slowly. “Not just today. For days now.” Maya’s stomach clenched. She reached for her earrings, fumbling with the clasp to buy time. “I’ve just been tired. Work’s been—” “Work’s always busy.” His tone was gentle but firm. “This is different.” Her throat tightened. She swallowed hard, forcing out a small laugh. “You’re overthinking. I’m fine, Alvarez.” But even as she said it, her body betrayed her. Her hands trembled slightly,

Chapter TwentyAlvarez POVThe chamber was heavy with the scent of sweat and fire, but Alvarez did not move to open the windows. He sat there in the dim light, bare chest rising and falling, his hand still resting on the sheets as if his body had not yet caught up with the storm that had passed.But there was no peace.There never was when it came to her.Maya’s name throbbed in his mind, each syllable pulling him deeper into his obsession. He had touched himself until his body surrendered, yet the hunger remained. It twisted like a knife in his chest, sharp and unrelenting.And beneath it all was Ethan.That name had become poison.Alvarez’s lips curled into a bitter smile, one that carried no joy.“I see you,” he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with venom. “You think I will not notice, but I do. I notice everything.”He rose from the bed, slow and deliberate, each step echoing against the polished stone floor. The mirror across the room caught his reflection. His hair was