Desired by All and He Threw Away 83

Chapter 83 

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None of it lands gently. 

The truth hits the crowd in a cold wave. You can see people shift, hear a low curse slip from someone’s mouth. A few parents clear their throats, no one brave enough to meet Taylor’s eyes or her brother’s. 

The wealthy mother’s grip on her bag tightens until I swear the leather squeaks.her face pulls tight at the edges pride bruising under the humiliation. 

the father’s expression moves like a slideshow confusion anger,disbelief then a sharp flash of embarrassment when he realizes this mess is theirs not ours. 

I stay steady. 

all the chaos in the yard settles in the space behind my ribs but i dont let it move me. 

” you owe them an apology,” i say voice low but final. 

The boy’s father swallows.his jaw works once twice.his wife’s eyes flicker like shes searching for a way around whats happening but the street doesnt allow her one. They nod. It’s small, reluctant, but it’s something. 

The boy steps forward. He looks like he wants to disappear into the boards of the porch. 

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I’m… sorry.” 

the words scrape out of him like they are unsure they are allowed to exist.they drift into the heavy stillness between us too thin to fill it but enough to make everyone hold their breath. ” i shouldnt have… i didnt mean… i just didnt know what to do.” 

Taylor’s brother lifts his head a little.his cheek is still pressed to her side his small fingers hooked into her shirt.those wet lashes of his blink slow studying the man in front of him as if hes trying to see whether the apology will hold or crumble. 

His lip wobbles. Yet he watches. He doesn’t hide this time. 

The wealthy parents stumble through their own apologies next.their voices keep catching on the edges of the words like they cant quite figure out how to make them sound sincere. 

long polished phrases spill out but they land wrong, too stiff too rehearsed.their pride clings to them hard a sharp scent that refuses to fade. 

Still, they keep their voices low. Almost careful. 

The whole street had seen the truth stretch out and snap right in front of them, and none of them dare pretend 

otherwise now. 

The crowd deflates. 

The anger leaks out of the space. Conversations soften. People back away, eyes lowered. A few mutter quiet apologies that drift into the night like thin smoke. 

Taylor’s brother doesnt loosen his grip. 

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Chapter 83 

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His small fists stay knotted in her shirt fingers curled so tight they wrinkle the fabric.his breathing still hiccups every few seconds each one a small echo of what he just went through. 

Taylor lowers her head toward him whispering something soft. Her cheek brushes his hair.her hand rubs slow circles on his back.i cant hear the words but i see the shift the way his shoulders slowly sag the way the storm in him loses a little of its violence. 

I stay just behind them. 

Not hovering. Not pressing in. Just there. Solid. A presence to anchor against.the kind of presence that says without speaking that nothing else is going to touch them tonight. 

the porch light flickers once throwing a warm wash over her face.she lifts her head eyes moving straight to mine. 

Everything else recedes. 

Her eyes are still glassy, ringed with the shine of leftover fear, but beneath that there’s something clearer. Something warmer that slips through before she can pull her guard back up. 

“thank you,” she whispers. 

The words settle low in my chest steadying something I hadn’t realized was shaking. 

and i hold her gaze, letting the moment breathe, letting her see exactly what i mean when i nod back— 

she’s not alone. 

Not tonight. 

Not anymore. 

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