Love, Lies and My Ex.

“She struggled for words, her fingers tightening around his.

“I love you, Lucas. I do.

But sometimes I feel this... pull. Like a part of me is still out there, waiting.”

He studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

“Is this about him?”“

Today story will leave you stunned… Just like it left me. A story of questionable choices and jaw dropping desires!

But before we continue…

Chapter 1: The Red String

The breeze was gentle, carrying the soft rustle of leaves and the faint chirping of birds as Amelia sat by the pond behind her grandfather’s old house.

It was her quiet place, where she could let her thoughts run wild.

“You’re still in love with him, aren’t you?” Lucas’s voice broke through the calm, light and teasing as he lowered himself onto the bench beside her.

Amelia didn’t look up. Her eyes stayed on the water, where the koi fish moved in slow, elegant swirls. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” she said softly. 

“He’s gone, and maybe he’s better off without me. Someone else can trust him. Someone who won’t question everything.”

Lucas frowned, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Amelia, you love him. He loves you. 

You’re his first love, no one forgets that. Maybe life has a way of bringing people back together, you know? When the time is right.”

Her lips curved into a bitter smile. “That’s a nice thought, but it doesn’t change anything. He was my everything, Lucas. My home. But maybe… maybe some things aren’t meant to be.”

For a while, neither of them spoke. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in fiery hues. Finally, Amelia broke the silence, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Do you know the story of the red string of fate?”

Lucas tilted his head. “No. What’s that?”

“It’s an old legend,” she said, still staring at the pond. “They say two people are connected by an invisible string, tied at birth.

No matter how far they go or how tangled the string gets, it never breaks. It always pulls them back together.”

She sighed, her voice trembling. “That’s how I feel about him. Like we’re tied together, even when it hurts. Even when it feels impossible.”

Lucas’s gaze softened. “You’re full of surprises, Amelia. I’ve never met anyone who could love like you do.”

April 9, 1988

The night was cold, the air sharp against Amelia’s cheeks as she approached her front porch. Her heart stopped when she saw him standing there. Ethan.

For a moment, he looked unsure, his hand hovering near the door as if debating whether to knock.

He came.

The thought sent a jolt through her, and before she could stop herself, she ran to him. She didn’t care about the hurt, the betrayal, or the doubts. All she knew was that he was here.

She threw herself into his arms, the tears coming before she could hold them back.

“Ma biche,” Ethan murmured, pulling her close. His voice was soft, but his arms were strong and steady. “It’s okay. I’m here now.”

He gently took her keys, leading her inside. She was too overwhelmed to speak, too broken to resist. He laid her down on the couch, brushing her hair away from her damp cheeks.

But as his fingers soothed her, her mind screamed. Pathetic. Crying in the arms of the man who tore you apart? He doesn’t deserve your tears.

Yet she couldn’t stop. She cried herself to sleep in his arms, his voice humming a quiet lullaby that felt like a balm to her shattered heart.

December 30, 1987

The church was silent, the air heavy with her sobs. Amelia knelt on the cold stone floor, her hands trembling as she prayed.

“Father,” she whispered, her voice raw, “can God love someone as broken as me?”

The only answer was the echo of her own words.

Minutes passed. Then hours.

“God,” she cried out, her voice breaking, “how can You love something so damaged?”

And then, as if the heavens themselves had opened, a quiet voice filled her heart: “A broken spirit and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.”

August 21, 1988

The pond was calm, the koi fish gliding beneath the surface like whispers in the water.

Lucas’s voice broke the peace. “Are you still waiting for him?”

Amelia laughed, shaking her head. “No, Lucas. I’ve gotten used to him being gone. Funny, isn’t it? How time can change everything.”

Lucas studied her, his blue eyes searching hers. “You’ve grown so much, Amelia. I’ve always admired that about you.”

She smiled, her gaze drifting back to the water. “I’ve learned something, you know. You can’t force someone to love you. If they can’t see your worth, it’s not your job to make them.”

Lucas reached out, tilting her chin so their eyes met. His voice was steady but laced with emotion. “Marry me.”

Amelia blinked, stunned. “What?”

“I’ve loved you since the moment we met,” he said, his words rushing out. “I want to be the one who makes you smile, who stands by your side. Amelia, will you marry me?”

Her heart raced as she stared into his eyes, a storm of emotions swirling inside her.

“Yes,” she whispered at last. “Yes.”

She kissed him, her hands clutching his shirt, his arms wrapping around her as if he’d never let her go.

But as they pulled apart, her breath hitching, a single thought clawed its way to the surface.

Why does it still feel like something is missing?

Chapter 2: Tangled Strings

The morning light spilled through the sheer curtains of Lucas’s home, golden rays dancing on the walls. 

Amelia sat cross-legged on the bed, her white nightgown pooling around her like soft waves. Lucas leaned against the doorway, his shirt unbuttoned, exposing the hard lines of his chest. 

He watched her as she braided her hair, her fingers delicate but methodical.

“I never thought I’d see you this peaceful,” he said, his voice a low murmur.

Amelia glanced at him, a small smile gracing her lips. “It feels... nice. But sometimes I wonder if I deserve it.”

Lucas crossed the room, his steps slow and deliberate, and sat behind her. 

His fingers brushed hers as he took the braid from her hands, finishing it himself. His touch was gentle, but there was a heat in the air between them.

“You deserve everything, Amelia,” he said, his breath warm against her ear.

She turned slightly, her eyes meeting his. In that moment, something shifted. The tenderness in his gaze deepened into something more primal, more urgent.

“Lucas...” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He didn’t wait. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as his lips met hers. 

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But as her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, it deepened.

His hands trailed down her arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, until they rested on her waist. He pulled her into his lap, her legs draping over his thighs.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky, his forehead resting against hers.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hands tangling in his hair.

Their world shrank to just the two of them, the outside world forgotten. His lips traveled to her neck, his kisses slow and deliberate, drawing soft gasps from her. 

Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the strength beneath his skin.

Time seemed to stop as they explored each other, their movements both hesitant and bold, a dance of discovery and desire.

Hours later, they lay tangled in the sheets, the sunlight now a golden glow. Amelia rested her head on Lucas’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I never thought I could feel this way again,” she admitted softly.

Lucas pressed a kiss to her forehead, his arm tightening around her. “You make me feel alive, Amelia. Like the past doesn’t matter anymore. Only us.”

But as the words left his lips, she felt the weight of her heart pulling her back. The red string tugged gently, a reminder of a connection she couldn’t sever.

Later That Evening

The wind whispered through the trees as they walked hand in hand by the pond. Lucas carried a small lantern, its soft glow reflecting in the still water. 

Amelia leaned against his arm, her head resting on his shoulder.

“This feels perfect,” he said, his voice breaking the quiet.

Amelia nodded, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She glanced at the horizon, where the sun had disappeared, leaving the sky painted in deep purples and blues.

“Lucas,” she started, her voice hesitant, “have you ever felt like... like something was missing?”

He stopped walking and turned to face her, his brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

She struggled for words, her fingers tightening around his. “I love you, Lucas. I do. But sometimes I feel this... pull. Like a part of me is still out there, waiting.”

He studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “Is this about him?”

Her silence was answer enough.

Lucas let out a slow breath, his hand slipping from hers. “Amelia, I don’t want to compete with a ghost.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “It’s not like that. I’m trying—”

“You shouldn’t have to try,” he interrupted, his voice firm but pained. “If this is going to work, I need all of you. Not pieces.”

Before she could respond, a sudden rustling in the trees caught their attention. They both turned, Lucas stepping protectively in front of her.

A shadow emerged from the darkness, tall and familiar.

“Amelia?” a voice called, deep and unmistakable.

Her heart stopped. “Ethan?”

 Chapter 3: The Ties That Bind