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Poorest Husband

KIER'S POV:He called me four days later.I am at Sable's apartment when my phone rings. She is in the kitchen making breakfast, wearing one of my shirts and humming something under her breath, and for a moment everything feels almost normal, almost good, almost like I am exactly where I am supposed to be.Then I see Frank's name on my phone and my stomach drops and picked up thr call."I found her," he says.I stand up. My heart is pounding. I tell him where I am and I tell him to come to me, to bring everything he has, to not leave a single detail out. He agrees and hangs up and I am left standing in the middle of the living room with my phone in my hand and my mind racing.Sable comes out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "Everything okay?""I'm expecting someone," I say. "A business thing. It won't take long."She does not argue. She never argues. She just smiles, that soft understanding smile that makes me feel like I am the center of her world, and she goes back to th

Two Pink Lines Too Late

KIER'S POV:I feel something hot and sharp rise up in my chest. Anger. It has to be anger. It cannot be anything else. Because if it is not anger, then it might be fear, and I do not do fear. I have never done fear. I am the one who brings fear to people and not the other way round."She was pregnant," Frank says.My blood turns to ice."What?""Your wife. Celestine. She was three months pregnant when she left you. She terminated the pregnancy at a clinic in Connecticut after she filed for divorce. I have the medical records."Frank reaches into his bag and pulls something out of his bag. A small box, wrapped in white paper with a ribbon. The same box I threw in the trash the morning after she left. The same box I did not even bother to open.I took it from him. My hands are shaking and I pull the ribbon anyway. I tear off the paper. And there it is.A pregnancy test. Two pink lines.She was pregnant. She was carrying my child. And she terminated it because of me."Get out," I whisper

Too Late to Matter

KIER'S POV:I put my head in my hands and I stay like that for a very long time.I do not cry. I have not cried since I was a child, since my father yelled at me for being weak, for showing emotion, for letting anyone see that I was anything less than perfect. I do not cry now. I just sit there with my head in my hands and my chest cracking open and the weight of everything I have lost pressing down on me like a mountain.Celestine is a Valancourt. She is the heir to an empire. She is worth more money than I will ever see in my lifetime. She has been lying to me for three years, hiding who she really was, pretending to be ordinary and simple and nothing special.And I was too stupid to see it. Too busy looking for something better to notice that I already had something extraordinary.She was pregnant. She was carrying my child, a Valancourt. And I threw it away. I threw all of it away.I think about Sable. About the baby she is carrying, the baby that is supposed to be my fresh start,

Denied Entry

KIER'S POV:The guard did not smile. He did not even blink. He picks up a phone and speaks into it quietly, his eyes never leaving my face, and I stand there on the gravel drive feeling smaller and smaller with every passing second."I am sorry, sir," he says finally, his voice flat and professional. "There is no one by the name of Thornwell at this estate. You will need to leave."I feel my face get hot. A sharp spike of anger shoots through my chest. No one by the name of Thornwell. Of course there is not. Because Celestine was never really a Thornwell, was she? She was always a Valancourt, always something more, always something better. She just pretended to be mine."My wife is Celestine Valancourt," I say, my voice tight. "She is the eldest daughter of August Valancourt. She is my wife, so she is a Thornwell. She has to be here."The guard's expression does not change. He looks at me with those cold, professional eyes, and I can see that he knows exactly who I am and he is judgin

Behind Valancourt Gates

CELESTINE'S POV:It is strange to see, because Lysander is never cold with me. He is patient and gentle and careful, always careful, like he is afraid of scaring me away. But now his gray eyes are hard and his jaw is tight and his hands are clenched at his sides, and I can see the effort it is taking for him to stay still, to stay calm, to not march down to the gate and handle Kier himself. For a moment I see something else in his eyes too, something he is trying very hard to hide. Jealousy maybe. Or fear. The fear that I might look at Kier and feel something, that I might remember the love I used to have for him, that I might decide to go back."I will be nearby," Lysander says, and his voice is quiet but there is something underneath it, something that sounds like barely contained fury. "If you need me, I will be there. Say the word and I will have him removed."I reach out and touch his arm. Just a brush of my fingers against his sleeve. He looks down at my hand and then back up at

No Room for Regret

KIER'S POV:Celestine walks in.And for a moment, I do not recognize her.She is wearing a cream colored dress, simple and elegant. Her hair is down, falling in soft waves around her shoulders, and her face is clean of makeup except for a little something on her lips. She looks younger than I remember, more beautiful.She looks like what she is. An heiress. A Valancourt. Someone who outranks me in every possible way.I stand up amd my mouth opens but nothing comes out.She did not smile nor did she frown. She just looks at me with those brown eyes, calm and steady, and I feel like a bug under a microscope."Hello, Kier," she says. "You wanted to see me."*CELESTINE'S POV:*He looks terrible.That is my first thought, looking at him across the blue sitting room. He looks terrible. There are dark circles under his eyes that I have never seen before, and his shirt is wrinkled, and his hair is not as neat as it usually is. He looks like he has not been sleeping, like he has not been eat

Now A Stranger

CELESTINE'S POV:"How dare you," he continues, his voice rising. "How dare you lie to me like that. How dare you make me look like a fool. I married you thinking you were ordinary, thinking you were nothing, and all along you were... you were this."He gestures around the room, at the silk walls, at the priceless furniture, at the fire crackling in the hearth."You let me believe you were a nobody. You let me treat you like you were nobody. And now I find out that you are a Valancourt, that you are worth more than I will ever be, that you have been laughing at me this whole time."He is breathing hard now, his face red, his hands shaking."You are a liar, Celestine. You are a manipulator. You trapped me in a marriage under false pretenses, and then you left me when I finally figured out that you were not who you said you were. This is your fault. All of it. You drove me to Sable. You drove me to another woman. You made me feel like I was not enough, like I was nothing, like I was just

A Heart Unburdened

CELESTINE'S POV:I walk to the garden after Kier leaves because I do not know where else to go and I need to be outside, need to feel the air on my face, need to remind myself that the world is still here and still turning even though everything inside me feels different somehow. Lighter. Emptier in a good way, like someone has taken a heavy backpack off my shoulders, a backpack I had been carrying for so long that I forgot it was even there.The garden is quiet at this hour, the sun low in the sky, the roses casting long shadows across the stone paths. I sit on the bench where Lysander and I have spent so much time over the past few days, the bench that faces the valley, the bench where he told me he would wait as long as I needed. I lean back and close my eyes and let the silence wash over me.Kier is gone. Really gone. Not just physically, not just back to London or back to Sable or back to whatever life he is going to make for himself without me. He is gone from inside me. From th

Where I Chose Again

CELESTINE'S POV:I look up at him. His gray eyes are soft in the fading light, warm and steady and full of something I am still learning to recognize."Most people would have broken," he continues. "Most people would have given up long before the thousandth time. But you did not. You kept going. You kept hoping. You kept believing that there was goodness in the world even when the person who was supposed to love you showed you nothing but cruelty. That is not weakness, Celestine. That is extraordinary strength."I do not know what to say to that. I do not know how to respond to someone who looks at me and sees strength instead of failure, courage instead of foolishness, hope instead of naivety.So I do not say anything. I just look at him, at this man who has been waiting for me, who has been patient and gentle and kind, who has never once asked me for anything I was not ready to give.And this time, I am ready.I kiss him.It is soft at first, tentative, the way you kiss someone when

The First Night (18+)

LYSANDER'S POV:I ask her to stay at Ashcroft Manor that evening and it was not because I expect anything from her but because I do not want to let her go, because the thought of walking her back across the valley and leaving her at her door and sleeping in my empty bed alone feels unbearable after everything that has happened between us tonight.She says yes without hesitating, without overthinking, without any of the fear or doubt that used to flicker across her face when I got too close or said too much or looked at her too long. She just looks at me with those brown eyes, soft and warm and she says, "Okay."The drive to Ashcroft Manor is short but it feels endless, every second stretching out like molasses, my hands tight on the steering wheel and my heart pounding in my chest and Celestine sitting in the passenger seat with her hand resting on the console between us, close enough that I could reach out and touch her if I wanted to. I do not. I keep my eyes on the road and my hand

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