After Death, Love Unveiled (Elara and Lysander)

The day Elara Kensington lost her battle with HIV just so happened to be the day Asher Blackwood tied the knot..

She sluggishly opened Twitter, and the first thing to pop up was a headline: [Asher Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Group, marries his long-time love, Daphne Wagner, after fifteen years together.I At that moment, Elara was lying alone in a dark, damp room she rented in a run-down building on the outskirts of town.

The place was a dump-barely two hundred square feet-with peeling paint, mold crawling up the walls, and a heavy, choking. stench of mildew hanging in the air.

Her whole life had gone to shit. She was battling the disease, flat broke, and no one would give her a job. She scraped by, collecting plastic bottles and cardboard just to survive.

But even in her despair, she forced herself to dial Asher's number, her fingers trembling like a leaf.

"Hello?" Daphne's voice crackled through the line, cautious but cold as ice,

Elara took a shaky breath. "Daphne, it's me. Can I talk to Asher? I... I need to borrow some money."

Since her AIDS diagnosis, her immune system had crashed, leaving her trapped in a revolving door of hospital visits. Without cash for proper treatment, the relentless pain was pure hell. She was only thirty-one, but she looked like she'd aged ten years-worn down, beaten by life.

Daphne's voice turned sharp, almost cutting. "Again? Are you fucking serious, Elara? Haven't you already taken enough?"

"I'm sick, Daphne. I need money for the hospital," Elara pleaded, her voice barely holding together.

"And why the hell is that our problem? You screwed up your own life. What's any of that got to do with us?" Daphne shot back, her tone dripping with scorn. "Does Asher owe you something?"

"I didn't screw up! I swear I didn't," Elara cried, her voice trembling. "Daphne, please. I know he loves you. I promise, this is the last time I'll ask. I just... I'm desperate here. I can't take it anymore...

Regret clawed at her as memories flooded back. If she hadn't been so eager to please Asher, if she hadn't handed over her father's company just to secure a future together, she wouldn't be in this mess now, Daphne let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Oh, come on. Asher's already given you more than enough over the years. What, you think he's supposed to bankroll you forever? Grow the fuck up, Elara."

Tears stung Elara's eyes. "He's only given me a few thousand-pocket change compared to what I used to give him every month. I built the damn company he's got now. When he met me, he had nothing! His dad was our family's driver, for fuck's sake! I kept him afloat!" Asher's voice suddenly cut through the line, dripping with sarcasm. "Elara, your dad's been dead for years. You still living in that little fantasy world of yours? You were a mess back then-couldn't keep up in school for shit.

"Who do you think dragged your sorry ass through? Yeah, me. That money you keep bringing up? It was for those damn tutoring sessions. And guess what? No amount of tutoring was ever gonna fix that thick head of yours."

His cold words sliced through Elara's mind like a razor, forcing her to face the brutal reality of her own naivety.

Back then, she'd seen him dirt poor and thought she was doing him a favor. She even turned down the Ivy League tutor her father had lined up, insisting on Asher instead.

From the moment Asher started tutoring her, he made it clear he thought she was a joke, tearing her down every chance he got. He'd call her dumb as a brick, say no matter how hard he tried, she'd never learn a damn thing. Looking back now, all she could think was, "What the hell was I smoking? I could've had anyone. Why the fuck did 1 choose