Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Elena: POV

The next few days felt like living in a fever dream.

Julian came home more often. Not every night-he still had te meetings, still disappeared for hours without explanation-but more than he had in months. Maybe even years.

And when he was home, he was… different.

Not soft, exactly. Julian Sterling would never be soft. But there was a patience to him now that hadn’t existed before. A tenderness in the way he touched me, the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

Like I was something precious instead of something convenient.

Don’t get used to it, I warned myself every time my heart did that stupid flutter thing. Don’t start hoping again.

But fuck, it was hard not to hope when he’d pull me into his lap while working on his laptop, pressing absent-minded kisses to my temple. When he’d text

me in the middle of the day asking if I’d eaten. When he’d trace lazy patterns on my skin in the drowsy minutes after sex, like he was trying to memorize

The investigation into those photos came back exactly as I’d said-Al-generated fakes, sophisticated enough to fool a casual observer but falling apart under forensic analysis. Julian had hired the best tech experts money could buy, and they’d torn the images to shreds.

He’d shown me the report two nights ago, his jaw tight. “You were right. They were, fake.”

I’d waited for the apology. For him to acknowledge that he’d believed the worst of me without question, that he’d let those fabricated images poison three

years of our marriage.

Instead, he’d pulled me close and murmured, “It wasn’t Victoria who did this.”

My stomach had dropped. “Julian-

“She wouldn’t.” His voice was firm, final. “I know her. She’s not capable of something like that.”

But I am, apparently, I’d thought bitterly. I’m capable of drugging you, trapping you, ruining your life-but your precious white muoghight? She’s a fucking saint.

I hadn’t argued. What was the point? He’d believe what he wanted to believe.

But at least he knew the photos were fake. That was something.

The other thing that had changed: Victoria’s calls.

She still called him-1 could see her name lighting up his phone screen at least once a day. But he didn’t answer. Not when I was around, anyway.

He’d let it ring through to voicemail, then silence the phone without even checking the message. Like she was just another business contact he’d get back to

later.

It should have made me feel better. Should have given me that small sense of victory I’d been craving.

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Toster!, it made me nervous.

Because this felt like the calm before a storm. Like Julian was holding something back, building up to something I wasn’t going to like.

Or maybe, that traitorous voice in my head whispered, maybe he’s actually choosing you. Maybe this is reak

I pressed my hand to my still-flat stomach, feeling that familiar surge of protective fear.

Eleven weeks now. Almost three months. My clothes still fit, but barely. I’d started wearing looser sweaters, flowing blouses that disguised my shape. Soon I wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore.

Not yer, I told myself. Just a little longer. Let him fall for you first. Let him want you for real before you drop that bomb.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts.

Julian: [Picking you up at 4:30. Parents flying in today. Don’t be late.]

Right. The airport.

I’d almost forgotten-Julian’s parents were returning from France for Arthur’s birthday celebration at the end of the month. We were supposed to meet them

at the airport this afternoon.

His mother, Evelyn Sterling. The woman who’d made it crystal clear from day one that I wasn’t good enough for her son, that I was just a temporary inconvenience she’d have to tolerate until the five-year contract expired.

Great. Just fucking great.

I glanced at the clock. 2:47 PM. That gave me less than two hours to make myself presentable.

I pulled myself out of bed and headed for the closet, scanning through my wardrobe for something appropriate. Something that said “respectable daughter- in-law while still being loose enough to hide any hint of pregnancy.

My hand landed on a cream cashmere sweater-soft, elegant, deliberately oversized. I paired it with dark jeans and low heels, keeping everything understated

and simple.

The opposite of what Victoria would wear, probably. She’d show up in some designer dress that cost more than my car, perfectly styled and polished.

Stop comparing yourself to her, I thought viciously, applying minimal makeup. You’re his wife. Not her.

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But the words felt hollow even in my own head.

Julian’s Bentley pulled up exactly at 4:30.

I watched from the window as he stepped out, immaculate as always in a navy suit that probably cost five figures. His hair was perfectly styled, his movements precise and controlled.

God, he was beautiful. Even after three years, the sight of him made my chest tight.

1 grabbed my coat and bag, taking one last look in the mirror. The sweater hung loose over my frame, disguising everything. Good

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