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I say again, and he sighs. "I know that the past few months of your life have been...awful. And it all started with me......Amber, if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I would be eternally grateful. I will never be the perfect human male for you....because, well, I'm not human. I wish you knew how many times I wished I were human while you laid in that hospital bed. If I were human, I would have never been able to hurt you as I did. But if I were human, I wouldn't care for you as I do. I wouldn't have this driving force pulling me to be near you, and I wouldn't want to protect with my very last breath. Just, please, when you look back at our time together, try to see it through

"Just us." "Caelan betrayal drove us apart you know…" I said. The words left me before I could weigh them. Maybe I didn’t want to weigh them. Caelan didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look up from the fish he was turning with a stick. The firelight carved shadows under his eyes, made him look older than the thirty years he carried. "Beat yourself all you want, Lucian," he said. His tone was flat. Level. "We can’t change the past. We can only decide if we walk out of this ruin or die in it."

His icy composure wavered, his shoulders heavy as though carrying sins he’d ignored for too long. “You’re right,” Lucian admitted, his voice low. “Claire destroyed your family. And I-” he paused, the words tasting foreign on his tongue, “I let myself believe it was just business. That what my mother did had nothing to do with me. But I inherited her sins without ever questioning them. I built walls like hers. I became cold like her. And I let myself lose the only person who ever mattered..” his gaze slid to Isla, reverent, regretful “...because I was too blind to see the truth.”

her voice softened, “…his life has changed forever.” I stumbled back, my hand catching the cold wall. My throat burned as if something was stuck inside. I wanted to scream, cry, laugh bitterly—anything—but no sound came out. I'm thinking of Lillian. Lucian. Strong, proud Lucian, who once towered over everyone with arrogance, who looked untouchable. Lying now behind those doors, broken, legs that would never carry him again. My chest heaved. “Can I see him?” I whispered.

There were some truths that did not arrive like revelation. They arrived like punishment. Lucian had spent years believing the worst mistake of his life was losing Elena. Now he understood that losing her had only been the consequence. The mistake had come first - It had been quieter, smaller, a choice made in anger, pride and wounded trust. A moment where belief would have required courage and doubt had been easier. He had chosen easier. And everything after that had simply been the bill. By Thursday morning, the city outside his office was loud with ordinary life, but inside him, everything felt strangely still.

"Mrs. Anderson has been married to Cario for so many years, so I am sure Mrs. Anderson is not unaware of what he did 19 years ago, right?" Lillian's face turned ugly, "You already knew all about it?" "Even a closed wall has a crack that lets in the wind," Renea said as she picked up her wine glass and drank the fruit wine in it. Lillian was lost in thought as she looked at her. She always felt that the girl in front of her did not look so young and innocent. She always felt that her experience and thinking logic were different from normal people. "Mrs. Anderson, it doesn't matter if you don't leave this marriage or not, I'm going to take revenge on the Zelasco family." Renea made her attitud

"Burn it. Forget it. Focus on your family." "It's not that simple." "It never is." Damian dropped the letter. It landed on top of coffee grounds and eggshells. "But you can choose to make it simple. You can choose to move on." Julian stared at the trash can for a long moment. Then he looked at me. "What do you think?" he asked. I thought about Victor's face when he was arrested. The way he had smiled. Like he had already won. Like he knew something we didn't.

Lucil mumbled from behind after some seconds and she strolled to me with words I never expected to hear. “You’re the best mate my brother could ever be given by the moon goddess. I know it’s too late to talk about that now, but I can only beg you to forgive my brother too.” Lucil pleaded as she got to me and as soon as I understood who she was talking about my entire aspect changed and I frowned. “He’s remorseful too. I can feel it so I know—” “You don’t know that about Cayden!” I chimed in harshly, interrupting Lucil. It was a subconscious action and was rather automatic as I couldn’t stop myself.

"By the way, Leo is four years old, and he’s already a better man than I ever was. He’s a genius. And he will never know your name." ScentTech – Two Hours Later Lucian didn't go home. He went to Elara’s office. He looked ragged, his spirit exhausted, but his eyes were clear. He found her sitting at her desk, staring at a photo of the kids. She looked up as he entered. She saw the state of him—the trembling hands, the shattered expression—and she knew. "You did it," she whispered. "She’s gone, Elara. I’ve cut her out. Entirely." Lucian sat in the chair across from her, leaning his head back. "I’m sorry it took me five years to choose you over a lie."

I turned back to him and the look on his face when I turned was the last thing I was going to have of him and I needed to hold every piece of it, the silver eyes, the set of his jaw, the particular way he looked at me that had never belonged to anyone else. "Tell me it was worth it," I said. "Tell me the whole thing. The penthouse and the mountain cabin and everything after. Tell me you don't regret any of it." "I don't regret any of it," he said. Immediately. Without qualification. "Lucian—" "Every piece of it brought me here," he said. "To you. To Aurora. To a child I haven't met yet who's going to have your stubbornness and make everyone around work for it." Something crossed his face. "I