Chapter 8 - GHOSTS IN THE RAIN
That night, it rained in New York. The boys were asleep in the massive bedrooms of Alexander's penthouse, where he had relocated them for safety.
Olivia was on the balcony, watching the city lights. Alexander stepped out, wrapping a warm cashmere blanket around her shoulders.
"You didn't have to say that to the press," she murmured. "About loving me."
"I didn't say it for the press, Liv. I said it because it's true." He stepped closer. "I let my ambition blind me to what mattered back then. I let you slip away. But seeing you again... it was like waking up from a five-year coma."
Olivia turned, tears mingling with the rain on her cheeks. "I was so angry, Alexander. For so long."
"I know. Punish me for the rest of my life if you have to," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. "Just let me spend it with you."
May you like
She didn't answer with words. She answered by pulling him into a kiss that erased half a decade of pain.
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