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171: All of it

Third POV Fiona sat on the edge of the narrow bed in the small inn room. The walls were light beige and plain. The bedspread was faded blue with small flowers printed on it. A single lamp on the nightstand gave off a soft yellow light. The room smelled faintly of clean sheets and old wood. She kept her hands on her belly. The baby moved gently inside her. She felt every small kick. It made her chest ache even more.Sebastian stood near the door. He looked tired and unsure. He tried to step closer once. Fiona shook her head. “I need to be alone right now,” she said quietly. “I need time to think.” Sebastian nodded slowly. He walked outside and closed the door behind him. Fiona heard his footsteps fade down the hallway.She stared at the wall for a long time. Her mind would not stop spinning. Maverick is Eli. Eli is Maverick. The boy she mourned for years. The boy she cried for in her sleep. The boy she thought was gone forever. Now he was the man she loved. The man she trusted. The m

172: The encounter

Third POV Maverick drove through the night without stopping. The city lights disappeared behind him. The road turned dark and narrow. He kept one hand tight on the wheel. The other held his phone. He called Fiona again and again. Every call went straight to voicemail. He left message after message. His voice cracked every time. “Fiona, please. Just tell me you are safe. Tell me where you are. We can talk. I will explain everything. I love you. I love our baby. Please.”He did not know where Sebastian took her. He only knew they left together. He knew Sebastian’s car. Black. Fast. Expensive. He called his contacts. Men who owed him favors. Men who knew how to find people. “Black SUV. Sebastian Blackwood. Left the venue around noon. Track it. Now.”One of them called back after two hours. “We have a ping. An inn off Highway 9. About ninety miles north. Small place. Low profile. They checked in around three p.m. Room twelve.”Maverick did not thank him. He ended the call. Pressed the g

173: Broken and hurt

Third POV Fiona sat on the small couch in the private room at the back of the venue. The room was quiet. The walls were soft gray. A single lamp on the side table gave off warm light. The air smelled faintly of roses from the garden outside. Maverick stood near the door. He looked like he had not slept. His suit was wrinkled. His tie was loose. His eyes were red.They were alone. Sebastian had left. The door was closed. No one could hear them.Maverick took a step forward. “Fiona... what happened? Why did you leave? Why did you go with him?”Fiona looked up at him. Her face was pale. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Her hands rested on her belly. She felt the baby move. Small kicks. She took a deep breath.“I know who you are,” she said quietly. “Sebastian told me. You are Eli.”Maverick froze. His face lost all color. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.“Fiona...”She held up a hand. “Do not lie to me. Not now. Not after everything. Sebastian showed me the letters. Y

174: Twisted

Third POV Fiona sat on the small couch in the private room. The space felt too quiet. The walls were soft gray. A lamp on the side table gave off warm yellow light. The air smelled faintly of roses from the garden outside. Maverick stood near the door. He looked like he had not slept. His suit was wrinkled. His tie was loose. His eyes were red and tired.They were alone. Sebastian had left. The door was closed. No one could hear them.Fiona looked at Maverick. Her hands rested on her belly. She felt the baby move. Small kicks. She took a deep breath.“I want to forgive you,” she said quietly. “I really do. But I feel like you are still hiding things from me. I feel like there is more you are not saying. More reasons you kept your real identity from me for so long.”Maverick looked down. His shoulders dropped. He took a slow breath.Fiona continued. “At least for this baby growing inside me. For the love you say you feel for me. Even if the truth means I will hate you forever. Tell m

175: On her own terms.

Third Person's POVFiona sat in the back seat of Sebastian’s car. The road stretched long and quiet in front of them. Maverick drove. Sebastian sat beside him. No one spoke. The only sounds were the engine and the soft hum of tires on asphalt. Fiona kept her hands on her belly. The baby moved now and then. Small kicks. Gentle reminders. She stared out the window. Trees passed. Houses passed. The city faded behind them. The closer they got to her mother’s house, the more certain she felt.She had made her decision.She needed space. Real space. Away from both of them.Away from Sebastian’s guilt trips. Away from Maverick’s secrets. Away from the lies. Away from the pain they both caused.She could not marry Maverick today. Not after everything. Not knowing he was Eli. Not knowing he watched her for years. Not knowing he blamed her once. Not knowing he killed for her and never told her. Not knowing he was the one who saved her that night in the crash.She could not stay near Sebastia

176: Serves us right

Third POV Sebastian drove with both hands tight on the wheel. The highway stretched dark ahead. Headlights cut through the night. The city was long behind them. No music played. No words for the first few miles. Only the low hum of the engine and the occasional sound of tires on asphalt. Maverick sat in the passenger seat. Arms crossed. Jaw clenched. Eyes on the road. He had not spoken since they left Fiona’s mother’s house. The silence was thick. Heavy. Full of everything they did not want to say. Sebastian broke it first. “Well,” he said. “We both lost her.” Maverick did not respond. He kept staring ahead. Sebastian continued. “It was you who destroyed my marriage. The ghost of Eli always there. Always in her sleep. Always in her head. It made me crazy. It made me jealous. It made me take the worst decisions with Fiona. I pushed her away because of you. She left me. She chose you. And now I destroyed your relationship with her by telling her the truth. So we are even.” Mave

177: The weight of truth

Third POV Fiona lay on the old couch in her mother’s living room. The cushions were soft and worn from years of use. Her head rested in Sofia’s lap. Sofia stroked her back in slow, gentle circles. The room was warm. A lamp in the corner gave off a soft yellow light. The curtains were half open. Streetlights from outside came in through the gaps. The house smelled like chamomile tea and the faint lavender from Sofia’s soap.Fiona cried quietly. Small sobs. Tears soaked the fabric of her mother’s blouse. Sofia did not speak. She just kept rubbing Fiona’s back. Up and down. Up and down. Like she did when Fiona was little and had a bad dream.Raina came in from the kitchen. She carried a mug of hot tea. Steam rose from the top. She set it on the coffee table. “Here,” she said softly. “Drink when you are ready.”Fiona lifted her head a little. Her eyes were red. Her cheeks were wet. She sat up slowly. Sofia helped her. Fiona took the mug. Wrapped her hands around it. The heat felt good a

178: Like a punch in the stomach

Third POV Maverick unlocked the door to the apartment he shared with Fiona. The key turned slowly. The lock clicked. He pushed the door open. The hallway was dark. He did not turn on the light. He stepped inside. Closed the door behind him. The sound echoed in the quiet space.The apartment smelled like her. Vanilla from her shampoo. Fresh coffee from the morning before the wedding. Roses from the bouquet she left on the kitchen counter. Lavender from the candle she always lit at night. Every corner held a memory of her. The throw blanket on the couch where they watched movies. The sketchbook on the coffee table with her designs. The pair of shoes by the door she wore yesterday. The mug she used still in the sink.He walked past it all. Did not touch anything. He went straight to the kitchen. Opened the cabinet above the fridge. Pulled out the bottle of vodka. Clear glass. Half full. He did not bother with a glass. He twisted the cap. Took a long drink straight from the bottle. The

179: Forgiveness

Third POV Maverick arrived at the coffee shop on 5th early. The place had a blue awning over the door. Small round tables sat outside. Inside smelled like fresh coffee and baked bread. He chose a table in the corner. Away from the windows. Away from the door. He ordered black coffee. No sugar. No milk. He sat with his back to the wall. Watched the entrance.Sofia walked in at exactly two o’clock. She wore a simple gray coat. Her hair was pulled back. Her face looked tired but calm. She saw him right away. Walked over. Sat across from him.Maverick spoke first. “Thank you for coming.”Sofia nodded. “I needed to see you. Face to face.”Maverick looked at his cup. “I owe you an apology. And Fiona. And myself. I am sorry. For everything. For hiding who I was. For letting her love me while I kept secrets. For letting her grieve a boy who was alive. For letting her think Eli was dead. For everything.”Sofia watched him. “You hurt her deeply. You know that.”“I know,” he said. “I know I do

180: Life goes on

Third POVFiona decided to stay in New York for an undetermined time. The city felt familiar again. It had her mother, her friends, quiet streets she knew by heart. London was beautiful. She loved her job there. The designs and the team. The freedom it gave her. But the life she built in London was tied to Maverick. The mornings with him, the nights in his arms., the plans they made together. Now that he was gone, London felt empty. New York felt safe.She moved back into her mother’s house. It was incredible how time passed, relationships ended, others began and also ended, and she always returned to that same place. The same bedroom she had as a teenager, the same bed, the same window overlooking the small backyard. But she liked to see it as her safe place, a place of recovery, where she could regain her strength and face the world outside again.She unpacked slowly. Her clothes in the closet. Her sketchbooks on the desk. Her favorite books on the shelf. The baby’s ultrasound pho

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