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Ethan In Love

Book 2 of the ‘Edward in Love’ In Love Saga It had been over five years since Ethan Jackson and Demyan Chernyshevsky-Coleman had broken up. Five years of avoiding family gatherings, awkward greetings and longing glances from across the room. For both they had tried to move on. To forget their first true loves and try to make a name from themselves from their family’s glory. For Demyan who constantly had to live up to both his fathers’; Edward and Vasili, success he found it difficult to shake off his past when eyes were constantly on him. To forget the man he had once fallen so deeply in love with that it had consumed him for almost a decade but found it near to impossible. For Ethan who constantly worked hard to prove he belonged into a family whose name was a household brand, he often found himself drowning into the voices of those who believed he belonged nowhere near the successful family. His decisions had ruined his chances with the only boy he had ever loved and even though it was almost a decade later he found it difficult to forget. Now as the ex-couple face each other again, will their love prevail or will new love conquests stop them in their path? *** Please beautiful readers read Book 1 and it’s side story, Edward in Love, to better understand Book 2 of the ‘In Love Saga’. Hope you Enjoy!

Matli_Unicorn · LGBT+
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546 Chs

The Way You Did

Ethan 

"How is Malia taking it?"

He shrugged, "She blames herself. She feels like she failed me but I understand her. I- I don't want her to feel like she's trapped with me. I know I shouldn't be talking about this to you. It's probably the last thing you want to hear about." He wiped his tears as he chuckled, "I'm sorry."

I shook my head as I gave him a reassuring smile. "The past is the past. You're family Dem. You can talk to me about anything."

His eyes stared into mine and I could see the layers he was trying to peel off of me. To figure out how I really felt but in reality I truly was wearing my heart on my sleeve. I was leaving myself bare to him because no one could ever celebrate someone else's downfall, someone's divorce or a miscarriage.