❝Falling for him wasn't falling at all. It was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you're home.❞
In which Hollywood actress Alexandra Heroux returns to the world of F1 after almost a decade, only to fall for Charles Leclerc.
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Ten days had passed since the nightmarish ordeal that had left Alexandra shattered. She lay in a hospital bed, the sterile environment offering a stark contrast to the darkness she had endured. By her side stood Lewis, a steadfast presence in the storm that raged within her.
They had struck a silent pact, an unspoken agreement to leave the horrors buried in the past, as long as Alexandra pressed charges against the man responsible for her suffering. Powerful lawyers worked tirelessly to build a case that protected her identity, ensuring that justice would be served.
Lewis had become a pillar of strength for Alexandra, guiding her through the labyrinth of recovery. Therapists worked to mend the broken pieces of her spirit, and Lewis engaged with them too, his determination to aid her restoration unwavering.
In another hospital room, a tense silence hung between Lewis and James Jenkins. The air was heavy with the weight of unspoken words, of pain and regret that bound them both.
Finally, Lewis broke the silence, his voice tinged with bitterness. "I can't even bear to look at you."
James's tear-filled eyes met Lewis's gaze, and he choked out an apology, his voice raw with emotion. "I'm so sorry for everything, Lewis."
A bitter smile played at the corner of Lewis's lips. "Sorry? Sorry will never be enough, James."
Agreement hung heavy in the air, a shared understanding that the past could never be erased, that wounds could never be fully healed. James's voice trembled as he admitted, "I know. I agree with you."
His resolve was evident as he spoke of his plans for a path to redemption. He confessed his intent to enter a rehab facility, and his determination to sever all ties with his sister, a decision born from guilt and self-awareness. "I'm just as broken as our mother and father," he confessed.
Lewis's gaze shifted away, a mixture of disappointment and frustration. "You might be responsible for breaking Lexi too."
James's plea hung heavy in the air, a desperate cry for redemption. "Look after my little sister, Lewis. Protect her in all the ways I couldn't."
Lewis's sigh carried a weight of its own, a mixture of weariness and empathy. He met James's eyes, his voice soft but firm. "She's my sister too, James. I'll do everything in my power to help her heal."
A wave of emotion crashed over James as the truth of those words hit him. His sister was not just his burden to bear; she was Lewis's family too. It was a painful realization, a reminder that the bonds of blood and shared experiences extended beyond his own guilt.
The dam broke within James, tears streaming down his face as he confessed, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "The images of that day... they'll never leave me, Lewis."
As his emotions poured forth, he spoke of Alexandra's strength, her resilience in the face of unimaginable pain. His voice was laden with admiration, a recognition of the fortitude she had displayed. "She's the strongest person I've ever known," he whispered.
