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Chapter 311 Ethan's POV The police station was absolute chaos. The moment we'd pulled up with Pascal tied up in the trunk, officers had swarmed the car, asking rapid-fire questions, demanding explanations, radioing for backup. Miguel and Carmen had tried their best to explain in broken English — how they'd found me, how we'd been stopped at a checkpoint, how Pascal had attacked us and we'd fought back. But the story was complicated and confusing, and the officers kept interrupting with more questions. Then the press had somehow gotten wind of what was happening. Cameras. Microphones. Reporters shouting questions over each other. "Is that Pascal Walker?" "Who are these people?" "Where has he been for five months?" "Wait, you look like Ethan Walker?" The crowd pressed in from all sides, suffocating, overwhelming. I tried to answer, tried to explain that I was Ethan Walker, that I'd been missing, that I needed to find my wife. But no one was listening. Too many voices. Too

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Chapter 312 Ethan's POV Cynthia was sobbing uncontrollably in my arms, her whole body shaking with the force of her tears, and all around us cameras were flashing. Reporters shouting questions. People pressing closer, trying to get a better view, a better shot, a better story for tomorrow's headlines. I hated the intrusion, the violation of what should have been a private moment. Hated that Cynthia's tears were being captured and commodified for public consumption. We need to get out of here. I looked over Cynthia's head, searching for someone who could help, and caught Kevin's eye. He was standing a few feet away with Nathaniel, both of them clearly torn between wanting to come closer and respecting our need for space. Kevin must have seen the desperation in my expression because he immediately stepped forward, gesturing toward a hallway that led away from the main lobby. "This way," he mouthed, pointing. I nodded gratefully. "Come on," I murmured to Cynthia, keeping one

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Chapter 313 Cynthia's POV My heart was beating so fast I thought it might actually burst out of my chest. Racing. Pounding. Hammering against my ribs with such force I could feel it in my throat, in my ears, in every cell of my body. At first, when I'd seen Ethan standing in that police station, I'd been convinced I was hallucinating. That the stress and grief and desperate hope had finally broken my mind completely and I was seeing things that weren't there. So I'd decided—in that split second before he'd pulled me into his arms—that if this was a dream or a delusion or some kind of mental break, I was going to hold on for as long as possible. Kiss him. Touch him. Memorize every detail before reality came crashing back in and took him away from me again. But then he'd held me. Actually, physically held me with solid arms and a beating heart and warm breath against my hair. And I'd realized it was real. Ethan was real. This wasn't a dream. He was here. And now we were in

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Chapter 314 Third Person POV Detective Susan stood outside the interrogation room, watching through the one-way glass as officers brought Pascal Walker in from holding. He was conscious now — barely — his face swollen and bruised from whatever fight had occurred before he'd been delivered to the station. His hands were cuffed behind his back, his movements sluggish and pained as officers guided him into the chair across from his mother. Grace had been sitting in defiant silence for hours. Hadn't said a single word despite Susan's best efforts at interrogation. Just sat there with that infuriating, knowing smile, like she was enjoying watching them struggle. But the moment Pascal was brought into the room—the moment Grace's eyes landed on her son—everything changed. Her composure shattered instantly. "Pascal!" she cried out, lurching forward in her chair, the handcuffs securing her to the table rattling with the sudden movement. "Oh God, Pascal, what did they do to you?" Her

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Chapter 315 Third Person POV The Laurent mansion's grand living room was filled with people—family members, friends, the elderly couple who'd brought Ethan home—all talking over each other in a chaotic symphony of relief and joy. Amber hadn't left his father's side, pressed against Ethan's leg like he was afraid his daddy would disappear if he moved too far away. Ethan kept one hand on his son's shoulder, grounding himself in the physical reality of being home, while his other hand remained intertwined with Cynthia's. He couldn't seem to let go of her. Didn't want to let go. After six months of desperately searching for her, having her here felt too precious to risk even a moment of separation. Victoria Laurent swept into the room, her usual composure replaced with genuine emotion. For a woman who'd made no secret of her disapproval of Ethan over the years — who'd blamed him for Cynthia's unhappiness, who'd urged her daughter to move on after just a few months, her reaction t

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Chapter 316 Cynthia's POV During the car ride from the Laurent mansion to the Walker estate, our son sat pressed against his father's side, one small hand gripping Ethan's shirt, his head resting on Ethan's shoulder. Like he was afraid that if he let go, even for a moment, Ethan would disappear again. I understood the feeling completely. I'd barely let go of Ethan myself since the police station. My hand had been in his constantly, our fingers intertwined, and even now in the car I kept reaching over to touch his face, his arm, his chest—anywhere I could reach—just to confirm he was real. Amber had fought sleep valiantly, his eyes drooping closed then snapping back open every few minutes as he forced himself to stay awake. "I'm not tired," he'd insisted, even as his head lolled against Ethan's shoulder. "I know, buddy," Ethan had said gently, stroking Amber's hair. "But your body needs rest. And I promise, I'll be here when you wake up." "You better be," Amber had mumbled, h

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Chapter 317 Cynthia's POVEthan’s hands moved over my body with deliberate, possessive slowness, like he was memorizing me all over again after six long months of hell.He started with my hair, fingers threading through the wet strands, gripping just tight enough to tilt my head back as he massaged my scalp. The pressure sent little sparks of pleasure straight down my spine.Then his hands traveled lower.His thumb traced the line of my jaw before brushing over my bottom lip, pressing lightly until I parted for him. His dark eyes watched every reaction, hungry and unrelenting.Down my neck, across my collarbone, his touch feather-light yet electric. Goosebumps exploded across my skin even in the warm bathwater.“I forgot how fucking responsive you are,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “How every little touch makes you tremble for me.”He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, his hands finally cupped my breasts, palms rough and hot as his thumbs circled my nipples until they tighte

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Chapter 318 Cynthia's POV The knock on the door came far too early. I was still in bed with Ethan, both of us tangled in the sheets, my body deliciously sore from the night and early morning — we'd spent reacquainting ourselves with each other. We'd finally fallen asleep maybe two hours ago, and now someone was knocking insistently on the bedroom door. "Mom! Dad!" Amber's voice called through the wood. "Detective Susan is here! She says it's important!" Ethan groaned beside me, burying his face in the pillow. "Tell her to come back in ten years," he mumbled. I couldn't help but laugh, even as panic jolted through me. Detective Susan. Which meant something had happened with the investigation. "We'll be right down," I called back to Amber. Ethan and I scrambled out of bed, both of us wincing at various aches and pains—his from his injuries, mine from... well. We threw on clothes hastily — me in one of Ethan's shirts and yoga pants, him in sweatpants and a t-shirt. I caught

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Chapter 319 Cynthia's POV The Walker mansion was alive with music, laughter, and the warm buzz of conversation. Ethan had insisted on throwing this party—a proper celebration to thank everyone who'd helped bring him home and to mark the beginning of our family's fresh start. The guest list was eclectic, to say the least. Gavin stood near the bar, looking uncomfortable in a suit that was clearly borrowed or hastily purchased, nursing a drink while surveying the opulence of the Walker estate with the expression of someone completely out of their element. His daughter Prisca hovered near him, and I'd caught her shooting daggers at me more than once throughout the evening. Ethan had warned me about her advances during his time at their farm—how she'd tried to seduce him, how Gavin had pushed for them to get married, how that final confrontation had led to Ethan being kicked out. So I understood the bitter looks. Understood that she was probably imagining what her life could have

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Chapter 320 Third Person POV Six months after Ethan's return, the Laurent family gathered once again. The venue was spectacular: the Laurent estate's sprawling gardens, transformed into an elegant outdoor ceremony space with thousands of white flowers, silk draping, and enough champagne to float a small boat. But unlike most weddings, this wasn't just one ceremony. It was two. Julian stood at one altar, his hand clasped tightly in Tony's, both of them dressed in impeccably tailored suits that complemented each other perfectly. Tony's family sat on one side, beaming with pride and joy. And on the other side…. Victoria Laurent sat in the front row, tears streaming down her face, dabbing at her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief. Not tears of sadness or disappointment. But tears of genuine happiness. It had taken her months to truly accept Julian's relationship. Months of difficult conversations, of confronting her own prejudices and outdated beliefs, of watching her son

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