Todos os capítulos de You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter Twenty one Alvarez POV The night pressed against the estate like a weight. Alvarez stood on the balcony, bare-chested, the cold stone biting against his palms as he gripped the railing. Below him, the gardens were washed in silver by the moonlight, their stillness mocking the storm in his chest. The fountain that usually calmed him now sounded like taunting whispers, trickling endlessly while his blood burned. He inhaled deeply, but the air was not clean enough to cool him. Not when his thoughts were poisoned. Not when every breath brought back her name. Maya. It came like a chant, unshaken, unyielding. And where her name lingered, another soon followed. Ethan. The clash of them in his mind was unbearable, as though one trespassed every time the other appeared. His grip on the railing tightened until his knuckles whitened. The veins in his forearms bulged, proof of the restraint it took not to smash something, anything, just to bleed the anger out. He tilte

Chapter Twenty-Three Alvarez POV She stood between us. Her body tilted slightly toward Ethan. Her eyes were wide. Her lips parted like she had been caught doing something wrong. And I felt it. The rush of blood. The burn in my chest. The fire is crawling through my veins, begging me to rip him apart with my bare hands. Ethan. Always too calm. Always too quiet. Like he had already won her with his silence. And Maya— Maya trembled, not from fear, but from the weight of being pulled in two directions. Mine. Not his. She was mine. “Maya.” Her name rolled off my tongue like a warning, like a promise, like I could break the ground beneath us if she dared look at him again. Her head snapped toward me. Those eyes. Those lips. God, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to drag her away, push her against the wall, and remind her who had touched her first. Who had made her cry out until her voice broke. Who had burned her into ash only to piece her back together with his hand

Chapter Twenty-FiveAlvarez POVThe house slept, but I did not.The halls hummed with the soft noises of servants and the distant drip of pipes.Everything felt small and ordinary and wrong.I could not sleep with her under the same roof and another man in the wings.I rose and moved without thinking.The study door closed behind me with a soft click.The lamp burned low, casting long bars of light across the papers on my desk.I did not sit. I did not try to work.I stood and watched the shadows move instead.They were patient. So was I.But patience had a bitter edge now.It had teeth.I imagined Ethan there.In the courtyard this morning.The way he had stood was like a cliff. Unmoved. Unafraid.He had the look of a man who thought he could wait until I broke.The thought made something inside me go cold and sharp.Not this time.Not ever.I walked to the window and stared down at the garden.Maya’s silhouette floated in my mind, pressed between two lights, choosing without knowing

Chapter Twenty-SevenMaya’s POVThe door shut behind me with a sound that felt too final.I leaned against it, palms flat against the wood, heart pounding as if I had just outrun something in the courtyard.But I hadn’t run.I had stood there, frozen, between them.Between Alvarez’s fire and Ethan’s calm.And now the silence of my chamber pressed down on me harder than both of their stares combined.The air smelled faintly of roses from the oil my cousin Ana had left burning in the corner. I hated how it reminded me of innocence, of softness. Because there was nothing innocent in me tonight.I crossed the room and caught my reflection in the tall mirror.My cheeks were flushed, my lips red, my eyes too bright.I hated what I saw.Because the face looking back at me was not only mine.It was theirs too.Alvarez’s voice still echoed inside me. Low. Possessive. Final.Ethan’s words too. Gentle. Defiant. Freeing.Two men who could not be more opposite.And yet both pulled at me until I th

Chapter Twenty-EightMaya’s POVThe sunlight was soft when it touched my face, but my body felt anything but calm.I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, the quiet of the room almost unbearable. I hated mornings like this. When the dreams lingered too closely to reality. When I woke with my body aching as if someone had set a match to my skin.And of course, it was him.Alvarez.I could still feel him in the dream. His hands are gripping me. His mouth hovered just close enough to undo me. His eyes, dark and demanding, were swallowing me whole.I pressed my thighs together under the blanket, my chest rising and falling too quickly. I shouldn’t think of him like this. Not after everything. Not after what he had done. But the harder I tried to push him away, the sharper the images returned.His voice told me I was his.The weight of his body is pinning mine.The cruel way he made me want him even when I hated him.A soft whimper slipped from my lips before I could stop it. My