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“We both made mistakes. Now we fix them together.” The bond exploded between us. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, triggering a powerful resonance surge that slammed into Kael and rippled outward. The failsafe cracked visibly. His eyes cleared for precious seconds, locking onto mine with raw desperation and something deeper, something that looked terrifyingly like love.

Mirabel called her husband twice. I sat and watched the clock on the wall. When the surgeon finally walked out, I stood up before I even realized I had moved. He looked at all three of us and said it was a success. The impact had broken two ribs and fractured her left wrist, but she was stable. She would need rest and care for several weeks. Mirabel burst into tears. Francis put an arm around her shoulder. I stood a little apart from them, the way I had always stood, and breathed out the fear I had been holding the entire time.

Pink subtitles floated across my vision once more… [This 'second male lead wins' storyline is way more satisfying than all those chasing-after-the-wife or getting-back-together plots. [This ending feels right.]

My breath fogs faintly. Dylan steps in front of me completely now. But I can still see around him. Every version of me in those fractured panels begins to move in unison. They step forward. Toward the barrier. Toward us. The main reflection presses both palms flat against the wall. And this time The wall cracks. A thin line splits down the center. Not wide. But real. A fracture. Between here and there. The crack glows blue. And from within it A hand reaches through.

“I cannot.” In one smooth motion, he nodded toward the car. The door opened. A man stepped out. Someone Elara had not seen in years, her breath caught. “No,” she whispered. Marcus’s voice was almost gentle. “You see, leverage is not always paper.” Adrian’s gaze snapped to her. And in that moment, Elara knew. The fracture had finally split all the way through. And whatever came next would not be contained. Elara took an unsteady step forward.

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

A thin fracture spreading outward like a warning. And Lucas— Smiled.

“Let’s get a fresh X-ray to see what’s going on, okay?” My stomach twisted into knots. I tried to sound casual, but the question came out tighter than I intended. “You think something’s off?” He smiled, the kind that was meant to reassure, but didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just want to be sure,” he said. “Sometimes after this kind of fracture, scar tissue can restrict movement. It’s not uncommon.” Scar tissue. Not uncommon. Clinical, detached words that didn’t belong to the world I lived in, the world of movement, precision, perfection.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.