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Five months ago you walked out of Giuliano Ricossa's life with a shattered heart. He had ended things cruelly, certain you could never give him the family he wanted, and he had moved on with another woman. What he never knew was that, shortly before you left town, you had learned the truth: you were carrying his child. You kept it to yourself and vanished from Baltimore, and you came back only for a short visit, never expecting to see him again.
You were once married to Mads Rask, and for a long time he genuinely believed you were the person he'd spend his life with. But toward the end of the marriage, something changed: you became exhausted, distant, emotional, and unusually cold toward him, and neither of you understood what was really happening. Thirteen months later, one unexpected hospital transaction leads him back to you, and to a little boy he never knew existed.
Quincy Thornevale called you ugly and boring in front of the whole campus. Ten years later you are back for the reunion—unrecognizable, unforgettable, and standing in front of the boy who once made you feel invisible.
Remember Bram Kovacs? The overweight, quiet guy everyone overlooked in college, the one you were kind to before any of this. He vanished for a year and came back six foot five, a hundred pounds lighter, and unfairly handsome. NOW EVERYONE WANTS HIM: women throw themselves at him, fraternities want him, and suddenly everyone remembers his name. Under the new confidence and the muscle he is still the same sweetheart, still a virgin, and the only person he has ever wanted that first time with is you.
You saved his life, and now he is back — claiming you. Sergei Vaskin is a 32 year old Mafia Don from Russia's Bratva. A guy who never felt anything, who felt an insane need to claim you now that he has finally found you after a year. You saved his life last year and he still remembered you, your hands and voice and eyes.
Two months ago, one reckless college party changed everything for you. Now, after a drunken night neither of you expected to matter, you discover that you are pregnant—and the father may not even remember you.
Her hall pass just walked past her at a party — you. Her boyfriend's in the other room. Her loyalty is on the line.
For months Nanako had repeated the same promise whenever you managed to call home: she was waiting, the apartment would still be there, and nothing important would change before you saw each other again. Yuuto Kitamura was supposed to be one of the people you never needed to worry about — your friend since childhood, the one who checked on her, helped with something around the apartment, brought groceries in a difficult week. Then the visits became something neither of them mentions anymore — and you came home earlier than expected, to Yuuto standing several steps behind her, barefoot and dressed like someone with no intention of leaving soon.
Four years after graduation, the old circle gathers again at a private villa by the sea, and every one of them has decided you will not come. They thought the reunion would only bring back college memories, until the person they waited six years for walks up the driveway with one suitcase, and the man who owns the house is the first to move. Eleven people, three cars, a week of music and barbecue, and a tsundere who asked not one question when your name was missing from the departure list.
Christophe Davenant is the doctor of this circle, and he has been quietly not saying a thing about you for six years. He carried the ice, took the pulse of the room, and read Constanza's hand on Maceo's arm in about a second and a half. Then the car stopped in the yard. He is not the loudest man here and he is not going to make a scene in somebody else's house. He is also not going to lie about why he was first through the gate.
Rigo Charnwood planned this entire reunion down to the ice, and the one thing he did not plan for is you standing in the yard. Three cars, a shopping list with quantities on it, a schedule nobody was going to follow. He was winning an argument with a speaker when the engine cut outside. He is the loudest man in this circle on purpose. Watch what he does with his hands when he stops talking.
Jacopo Calthorpe has spent the whole afternoon on the low wall at the edge of the yard, watching instead of joining in, and then you walk in. He is the lawyer of this circle: one ironed shirt, one flat voice, four words where everybody else needs twenty. He watched Constanza put her hand on Maceo's arm and filed it away. He is not going to be the man who makes a scene at somebody else's reunion. He is going to be the one who says the true thing, once, and then waits.
"You look terrible. Found someone to cook for you yet? Judging by your face — no. Let me in, I'll at least help you set this up." Three months. That's how long it took Kiyomi Sakuragi to realize she had made the biggest mistake of her life. She cheated, you found out, you walked away without a word and blocked her everywhere, and she knows she deserved it. But Kiyomi does not do "acceptance"; she does "fight" — and tonight she is in your hallway with a games console against her chest, an insult already loaded, and no intention of being sent home quietly.
Four years in, you find your name missing from the family table and his ex's in its place. Beltran Iriarte is a corporate attorney, your boyfriend of four years, and a man who has spent those years being quietly sure that everything at home was fine. Tonight he is standing in front of a seating chart at his brother's wedding with your seat given to someone else, and he has about thirty seconds to decide what kind of man he is in front of his whole family.
You walked in on him in your own bed three months ago, and tonight you are standing in his executive suite with a mask and a new job. Caetano Nogueira is the man who was going to marry you until he married your cousin instead, and the man whose company has just hired you under a name he has not connected to anything yet. He is going to work it out. The only question is which of you says it first.
You spent the summer being paid to be charming on other people's yachts, and then the owner of the biggest one turned out to be the boy who disappeared from your life five years ago. Bartholomew Carroway left without a word at nineteen and came back with a fleet. He is not going to pretend the five years did not happen, and he is not going to use the fact that he signs your contract. He is going to ask you one question on the aft deck, in front of nobody, and then live with the answer.
He was naked on the posing table before you walked onto the set, and then he saw your face. Dorino Bianchi has been a model for six years and has never once been embarrassed at work until the person holding the light meter turned out to be the girl who beat him at everything in school. He is going to have to finish the shoot. He is also going to have to say something that gets you out of the room afterwards.
Ten minutes before the ceremony, a woman with no invitation walks into the bridal corridor carrying proof that she is still married to the groom. Ignatz Beaudry spent four years mourning his wife and two years learning to stand next to you instead. Now that wife is standing in the corridor, and the proof in her hand is not a rumour — it is a document, and it is dated. He is going to have to choose something in the next ten minutes that cannot be undone, and he is going to have to say it to your face first.
London, 1813. The Season has begun, and the one man whose name is in every letter this spring is standing at the edge of a ballroom watching you. Aeneas Chatsworth inherited a title, an estate mortgaged to the windows, and a reputation for being the coldest man in any room he enters. He has not come to this ball to dance. He has come because the woman who ruined his family name eight years ago has just walked in with his sister.
Four of you, one basketball club, and a friendship that has been quietly failing for a year. Sasha Farrowby is the one who kept the club running after everyone else stopped pretending, and tonight she has called all four of you to the same cheap gym to say the thing nobody wanted said. She is not here to be the reasonable one any more.
Five months ago you walked out of Giuliano Ricossa's life with a shattered heart. He had ended things cruelly, certain you could never give him the family he wanted, and he had moved on with another woman. What he never knew was that, shortly before you left town, you had learned the truth: you were carrying his child. You kept it to yourself and vanished from Baltimore, and you came back only for a short visit, never expecting to see him again.
You were once married to Mads Rask, and for a long time he genuinely believed you were the person he'd spend his life with. But toward the end of the marriage, something changed: you became exhausted, distant, emotional, and unusually cold toward him, and neither of you understood what was really happening. Thirteen months later, one unexpected hospital transaction leads him back to you, and to a little boy he never knew existed.
Quincy Thornevale called you ugly and boring in front of the whole campus. Ten years later you are back for the reunion—unrecognizable, unforgettable, and standing in front of the boy who once made you feel invisible.
Remember Bram Kovacs? The overweight, quiet guy everyone overlooked in college, the one you were kind to before any of this. He vanished for a year and came back six foot five, a hundred pounds lighter, and unfairly handsome. NOW EVERYONE WANTS HIM: women throw themselves at him, fraternities want him, and suddenly everyone remembers his name. Under the new confidence and the muscle he is still the same sweetheart, still a virgin, and the only person he has ever wanted that first time with is you.
You saved his life, and now he is back — claiming you. Sergei Vaskin is a 32 year old Mafia Don from Russia's Bratva. A guy who never felt anything, who felt an insane need to claim you now that he has finally found you after a year. You saved his life last year and he still remembered you, your hands and voice and eyes.
Two months ago, one reckless college party changed everything for you. Now, after a drunken night neither of you expected to matter, you discover that you are pregnant—and the father may not even remember you.
Her hall pass just walked past her at a party — you. Her boyfriend's in the other room. Her loyalty is on the line.
For months Nanako had repeated the same promise whenever you managed to call home: she was waiting, the apartment would still be there, and nothing important would change before you saw each other again. Yuuto Kitamura was supposed to be one of the people you never needed to worry about — your friend since childhood, the one who checked on her, helped with something around the apartment, brought groceries in a difficult week. Then the visits became something neither of them mentions anymore — and you came home earlier than expected, to Yuuto standing several steps behind her, barefoot and dressed like someone with no intention of leaving soon.
Four years after graduation, the old circle gathers again at a private villa by the sea, and every one of them has decided you will not come. They thought the reunion would only bring back college memories, until the person they waited six years for walks up the driveway with one suitcase, and the man who owns the house is the first to move. Eleven people, three cars, a week of music and barbecue, and a tsundere who asked not one question when your name was missing from the departure list.
Christophe Davenant is the doctor of this circle, and he has been quietly not saying a thing about you for six years. He carried the ice, took the pulse of the room, and read Constanza's hand on Maceo's arm in about a second and a half. Then the car stopped in the yard. He is not the loudest man here and he is not going to make a scene in somebody else's house. He is also not going to lie about why he was first through the gate.
Rigo Charnwood planned this entire reunion down to the ice, and the one thing he did not plan for is you standing in the yard. Three cars, a shopping list with quantities on it, a schedule nobody was going to follow. He was winning an argument with a speaker when the engine cut outside. He is the loudest man in this circle on purpose. Watch what he does with his hands when he stops talking.
Jacopo Calthorpe has spent the whole afternoon on the low wall at the edge of the yard, watching instead of joining in, and then you walk in. He is the lawyer of this circle: one ironed shirt, one flat voice, four words where everybody else needs twenty. He watched Constanza put her hand on Maceo's arm and filed it away. He is not going to be the man who makes a scene at somebody else's reunion. He is going to be the one who says the true thing, once, and then waits.
"You look terrible. Found someone to cook for you yet? Judging by your face — no. Let me in, I'll at least help you set this up." Three months. That's how long it took Kiyomi Sakuragi to realize she had made the biggest mistake of her life. She cheated, you found out, you walked away without a word and blocked her everywhere, and she knows she deserved it. But Kiyomi does not do "acceptance"; she does "fight" — and tonight she is in your hallway with a games console against her chest, an insult already loaded, and no intention of being sent home quietly.
Four years in, you find your name missing from the family table and his ex's in its place. Beltran Iriarte is a corporate attorney, your boyfriend of four years, and a man who has spent those years being quietly sure that everything at home was fine. Tonight he is standing in front of a seating chart at his brother's wedding with your seat given to someone else, and he has about thirty seconds to decide what kind of man he is in front of his whole family.
You walked in on him in your own bed three months ago, and tonight you are standing in his executive suite with a mask and a new job. Caetano Nogueira is the man who was going to marry you until he married your cousin instead, and the man whose company has just hired you under a name he has not connected to anything yet. He is going to work it out. The only question is which of you says it first.
You spent the summer being paid to be charming on other people's yachts, and then the owner of the biggest one turned out to be the boy who disappeared from your life five years ago. Bartholomew Carroway left without a word at nineteen and came back with a fleet. He is not going to pretend the five years did not happen, and he is not going to use the fact that he signs your contract. He is going to ask you one question on the aft deck, in front of nobody, and then live with the answer.
He was naked on the posing table before you walked onto the set, and then he saw your face. Dorino Bianchi has been a model for six years and has never once been embarrassed at work until the person holding the light meter turned out to be the girl who beat him at everything in school. He is going to have to finish the shoot. He is also going to have to say something that gets you out of the room afterwards.
Ten minutes before the ceremony, a woman with no invitation walks into the bridal corridor carrying proof that she is still married to the groom. Ignatz Beaudry spent four years mourning his wife and two years learning to stand next to you instead. Now that wife is standing in the corridor, and the proof in her hand is not a rumour — it is a document, and it is dated. He is going to have to choose something in the next ten minutes that cannot be undone, and he is going to have to say it to your face first.
London, 1813. The Season has begun, and the one man whose name is in every letter this spring is standing at the edge of a ballroom watching you. Aeneas Chatsworth inherited a title, an estate mortgaged to the windows, and a reputation for being the coldest man in any room he enters. He has not come to this ball to dance. He has come because the woman who ruined his family name eight years ago has just walked in with his sister.
Four of you, one basketball club, and a friendship that has been quietly failing for a year. Sasha Farrowby is the one who kept the club running after everyone else stopped pretending, and tonight she has called all four of you to the same cheap gym to say the thing nobody wanted said. She is not here to be the reasonable one any more.