All Chapters of He is.... Not Him: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The well-meaning congratulations from my colleagues became a constant, grating chorus in my personal hell. Every cheerful “We’re so happy for you!” and curious “When’s the big day?” felt like a small, sharp pinprick against my composure, steadily weakening the resolve I had worked so hard to build. I felt like a complete fraud, an impostor smiling tightly from my own desk, silently screaming behind a mask of normalcy.The most unnerving part was the silence. The immense, heavy silence from the man who had created this entire false reality. Julian Thorne became a ghost in his own building, a presence I sensed more than actually saw. I’d catch a fleeting glimpse of his back turning a distant corner, hear the low rumble of his voice through a closed conference room door, or notice the faint, expensive trace of his cologne in an elevator he had just left. He was everywhere and nowhere all

  The weight of the day felt like a physical burden on my shoulders. The whispers, the pitying glances after my message in the Elysium Foundation chat, the oppressive silence from Julian’s office—it had all built into a dense, suffocating pressure in my chest. Every time my phone had buzzed with another cheerful, oblivious message from the Elysium Foundation group, a fresh wave of nausea had washed over me. Their normal world was a planet I had been thrown from, and I was still tumbling through the empty, silent space between my old life and my new one.I was packing my bag, my movements slow and weary, each item placed inside feeling

Six months later…The room was decorated in a theme of pristine white. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, dominated by the deep, romantic fragrance of roses—my favorite—their crimson hue a stark, beautiful contrast against the white walls and flowing curtains. I stood before a huge, floor-to-ceiling mirror, my breath catching in my throat.The mirror reflected a figure I barely recognized. The white wedding dress was perfection itself, hugging my curves in all the right places before flowing out into a graceful train. It was elegant, timeless, and utterly breathtaking. I looked… outstanding. A bride in every sense of the word.

A profound sense of peace settled over Liam after Evelyn left. It wasn't the peace of getting what he had once thought he wanted; it was the deeper, more satisfying peace of things being set right. The tangled knot of a decade had finally been loosened. His heart felt light and clear, and for the first time, it knew exactly where it needed to go.He didn't go home. He drove across the city, his destination clear. He parked a block away from the small, independent gallery Chloe managed, needing a moment to gather his thoughts under the blanket of the night sky.He wasn't coming to her out of guilt or because he had no other choice. He was coming to her with a heart that was finally, completely open. Evelyn had been a beautiful, painful dream he had to wake up from. But Chloe… Chloe was the steady, warm reality waiting for him.The gallery was dark except for a soft light emanating from the back studio. Through the glass door, he could see her silhouette mo

My heart was a wild flutter in my chest, a frantic, joyful rhythm against the boning of my dress. I took a final, steadying breath in the bridal suite, my gaze lingering on my reflection—a woman on the brink of her forever.The door opened and Liam Thorne slipped in, looking dazzlingly handsome in his tuxedo."What are you doing here?" I asked, a playful smile gracing my lips. "Shouldn't you be with Chloe? Or at the altar?""Duh," he said with a warm chuckle. "Where on earth does a groom come to his bride's room right before the ceremony? It's bad luck. I'm here to see you."He walked over, his eyes sweeping over me w