บททั้งหมดของ Falling for my Saviour: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Damien The drive home felt longer than any trip I had taken in years. The city moved around me like it was underwater, lights dragging across the windshield in slow streaks, horns sounding far enough away that they barely touched me. Nothing reached me. My hands stayed tight around the wheel through the entire ride, gripping so hard the muscles in my forearms trembled. My thoughts kept circling the same point until everything in my mind felt scraped raw.Elma.Aria.The same girl.My girl.The girl I searched for.The girl I buried guilt for.The girl I married.The girl I loved.None of it fit. None of it sat right. None of it eased the pressure in my chest.When I reached the house, the gate opened like it always did, but today the sound felt too loud. I parked the car in the driveway and sat there for a moment with the engine off, staring at the front door like I wasn’t sure if I should go inside. My throat felt tight, my heart beating slow and heavy, each pulse dragging against m

ARIA’S POV The past days were blurry and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the world had tilted overnight. I walked around the house in circles that didn’t feel like real steps. I didn’t want Damien to see how lost I felt, so I kept moving from room to room pretending I was looking for something. My hands kept shaking each time I touched anything. A pillow. A glass. A doorframe. Everything felt wrong because my head couldn’t process the idea Knox had dropped on us. I might be Elma. His missing family. A girl I didn’t even remember being. That thought sat in my stomach like it was trying to grow roots there. I tried to breathe carefully to keep it from taking over, but the more I tried to ignore it, the more it hurt. Damien didn’t come find me at first, and that was worse than if he had burst into the room asking questions. I could feel him somewhere in the house, moving around quietly, watching me from a distance without wanting me to notice. I didn’t know how to look at him with

Damien’s POVEvery night felt the same. Me alone in the study, the lamp throwing soft light across the room, the rest of the house still and quiet. The desk covered with files I didn’t want to read anymore. My mind running laps around itself until the same questions kept coming back.I had avoided her for a week now. Not because I wanted to. Because I didn’t trust myself. If she walked too close or spoke too much or touched me in one of those unthinking ways she always did, I would fall right back into something I had no right wanting. I kept replaying our moments together. And every time the memory hit, I had to remind myself of who she might be. Who she once was. Who I once swore to protect.I couldn’t be her husband.I couldn’t be her lover. And I sure as hell couldn’t be the man who held her like she was mine when she might have been part of my life long before she even knew her own name.The door pushed open slowly, pulling me out of the spiral.I didn’t look up right away. I di

Damien’s POV I spent the entire day trying to focus on work and failing miserably. My mind kept drifting back to her, replaying everything from the moment the papers were signed to the moment she told me she didn’t want my money. I could still hear her voice when she said I loved Aria, not Elma. She said it like she was accusing me, but the truth was I had spent the whole week accusing myself. Everywhere I walked in the house carried some memory. The dining table. The living room. The corner of the study. The bed. The shower. Even the stupid kitchen counter. It felt like her presence had soaked into everything, and the silence between us only made it worse. By evening I gave up pretending I could get anything done. I went to my study and sat there, staring at nothing. I tried to write a few emails. I deleted every one halfway through. I tried to read a file. The words didn’t stay long enough for me to process them. All I could think about was her walking away earlier, her voic

Aria’s POV Dinner had been quiet in a way that didn’t make either of us uncomfortable. Damien sat across from me, cutting into his food without rushing, occasionally glancing at me like he was checking if I was still okay after everything at the hospital. I kept catching him doing it, and each time he pretended he wasn’t staring. It made me smile into my plate more times than I wanted to admit. He didn’t bring up the DNA results. Neither did I. The silence between us didn’t feel forced. It felt like both of us were still holding on to the relief the kind that doesn’t need to be spoken out loud to be understood. He had taken off his jacket earlier and rolled his sleeves in that way he did when he wanted to relax but didn’t want to show it. Every time he lifted his glass, the muscles in his arm tightened just enough to distract me. It made me forget about the food in front of me. It made me forget about everything except the man sitting across from me. I cleared my throat, rea