Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Two

Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Two
Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Two

Tia and Andy returned home.

They both took their bath. She tried to act normal — made breakfast, folded clothes, arranged Andy’s toys — but her mind wouldn’t stop replaying last night.

The way Adam had brushed Andy’s curls.
The way his voice sounded when he said “son.”

The way his breath brushed her neck when he whispered her name last night.

She caught herself smiling, then froze.
Her hand stopped midair, clutching one of Andy’s shirts.
Shame crept in like a cold wind. What’s wrong with me? she thought.

She shouldn’t still feel this. Not after everything. Not after all the pain.

A knock came on the door.
Soft, but enough to make her heart skip.

She hesitated before walking closer. Her cream gown clung gently to her waist, the fabric outlining her curves. She peeked through the door.

It was him.

Adam stood outside, in a white t-shirt and shorts. His hair was a little messy, like he’d run his hands through it too many times. He looked simple, but something about his eyes—the same blue that haunted her dreams—made her chest tighten.

For a moment, she thought about pretending not to be home. But then Andy’s little voice came from behind her, “Who is it, Mom?”

And before she could answer, she found her hand on the doorknob. She opened it.

“Hey,” Adam said quietly.

“Hello,” she replied, her voice low.

He was holding a nylon bag.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

She didn’t answer yet.
Before she could, Andy’s footsteps echoed behind her.

“Daddy!” Andy shouted, running straight to him.

Adam bent down, smiling. “Hey, champ.” He handed him the nylon. “Here, I got you something.”

Andy peeked inside—biscuits, chocolates, little snacks. His whole face lit up.

“Thank you!” he said, hugging Adam tightly.

Adam kissed the top of his head, and for a moment, everything slowed.
Tia just stood there, watching them.

That resemblance again—those blue eyes, that little smile, even the way Andy’s hair curled at the side. It was Adam all over again.

“Go on,” Adam said gently, patting Andy’s head. “Go enjoy your treats.”

Andy ran inside, giggling as he tore open the wrappers.

“You can come in,” Tia said flatly, moving aside.

Adam stepped in, glancing around the small cottage. It was clean, simple, and smelled faintly of vanilla. He smiled. “I was able to find your place. I asked a few locals around.”

She didn’t respond. She just went back to folding clothes, pretending to be unbothered.

“And well…” he said, his tone teasing a little, “you forgot something.”

She turned slightly. “What?”

He stepped closer, pulled something from his pocket—and before she could blink, he held up her transparent pant.

Her heart stopped.

He smiled faintly. “Here.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my God—” she said, snatching it quickly. Her cheeks turned red. “Thank you.” She looked away, avoiding his gaze.

Adam chuckled softly. “You’re welcome.”

Tia turned her back fully, folding another shirt just to keep her hands busy. She could feel his eyes on her.

“Baby,” he said softly.

She froze.

“Don’t,” she said without turning.

“Baby, please…” his voice came again, low and deep.

“Adam, stop.” Her voice cracked. “Please don’t do this. I’m finally starting over. I can’t go through all that again.”

He didn’t move.

“The women,” she continued, her tone trembling, “those videos of you and them—they’re still in my head. I know you still have them somewhere. They probably still… satisfy your needs.”

Adam’s jaw tightened. “Tia, no. Those videos weren’t real. They were all AI-generated. Victoria was behind everything. She confessed. She wanted to destroy us.”

Tia froze on hearing Victoria.

She turned sharply, tears stinging her eyes. “Even if they were fake, Adam, the pain wasn’t! If you truly loved me, you would have fought for me that night. You knew I had no one, and you still let me go. You knew I lost Freddy that same night. You left me with nothing.”

Her voice broke. “That pain, Adam—I hate you for it.”

Adam stepped closer. She tried to step back, but the table was behind her.

He reached out slowly and pulled her into his arms.

She struggled at first, pushing weakly against his chest, but then her body gave up. She fell against him, crying silently.

He held her tight, his hand resting behind her head.

“Please, baby. Stop crying. I’m here now,” he said, his voice low, close to her ear. She could feel his breath on her skin, warm and soft." And I'm never leaving" He added

For a brief second, she melted into it—the comfort, the warmth, the scent of him.

But then reality hit again.

She pulled away. “No, Adam. Please. Let’s just… go our separate ways. You can come see Andy whenever you want, Anytime you want you're free to see him..”

“Tia—”

“Please,” she said, wiping her tears quickly.

Adam stared at her, silent for a moment. His eyes softened. “I don’t care how long it takes,” he said finally. “But I’m not giving up on us.”

He turned and walked to the door.

The sound of it closing felt heavier than before.

Tia stood still, hugging herself. Her breath shook as she stared at the empty doorway.

Andy’s laughter echoed faintly in the
background, but her mind was elsewhere
She sank slowly to the couch, staring at the
floor.

She smiled weakly, wiping her tears.

Her eyes fell on the pant she still held in her hand. She quickly shoved it under one of the folded clothes, shaking her head and whispering, “Why now, Adam… why now?”

Outside, Adam stood beside a tree, staring at the small cottage. His jaw tightened.

“I miss you, Tia,” he whispered. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine again.”

He took one last look at the house before walking away , determination burning quietly in his eyes.