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"Have your brother contacted you yet?" Hyeon asked as they entered the room, both of them removing their jackets and casually tossing them onto the couch.

"Nah, not yet," Cayden replied. "I tried calling him, but it just went to voicemail. Akira's been texting, asking if I've seen him. It's not like him to miss her graduation today, especially when she had her aunt, niece, and me there. It was obvious he wasn't feeling it."

Hyeon offered a reassuring smile. "I'm sure he'll turn up. You guys are the Chadwicks—between your parents' resources and your persistence, he can't be too far off."

Cayden sighed, his tone dropping to a murmur. "I'm more worried about what he's doing right now than about him showing up."

Hyeon paused, raising an eyebrow. "What was that?" he asked gently.

"Nothing," Cayden replied, forcing a small smile as they headed toward his room. Once the door closed behind them, Hyeon pulled Cayden into a tight embrace. "He'll be okay," Hyeon murmured softly, his voice filled with heartfelt reassurance.

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Hyeon kissed his lips softly, tugging on his bottom lip gently. He pushed his hands under Cayden's shirt as his finger find his nipples he squeeze them gently earning a soft moan from Cayden, without removing their lips from each other, Hyeon caress his nipples as they kissed entwining their tongues together, Hyeon pushed Cayden gently on the bed and pulled off his shirt, Cayden pulled off his shirt as well. Hyeon pulled off Cayden's pants and boxers and then took off his own. He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and laid on top of Cayden he squeezed the lube onto their dicks, and grabbed their dicks together. Cayden moaned when Hyeon gripped his dick, their dick began growing in Hyeon's hand he began rubbing their dicks together. Hyeon rubbed their dicks together until they both cum. He kissed Cayden on his lips once and pulled back, while looking at him, until Cayden kissed him back.

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Akira sat on the sofa, her phone glowing in the dim light of the living room as she waited for any word from him. He had promised to be back—he'd even missed her graduation yesterday—but now it was Sunday and not a single message had come through. She'd expected at least a late-evening call, yet instead, silence filled the space around her.

Frustration and sorrow mingled, and soon tears streamed down her cheeks as emotions overwhelmed her. She missed him desperately, and the betrayal of his absence stung like a fresh wound. Just then, a notification from an unknown number flashed on her screen. With trembling fingers, she opened the message, and her heart dropped. The image on the screen showed Ciel, laughing and smiling as he stepped out of a girl's car.

"Oh wow," she muttered bitterly, her voice barely audible. So this is what he's been doing, she thought, a storm of anger and hurt rising inside her. Unable to bear it, she slammed her phone onto the couch and staggered toward her room.

Inside, she flung open his side of the closet and began rummaging through his clothes. As she grabbed his shirts and pants, each piece seemed to carry memories that now twisted into bitter reminders of trust betrayed. With aggressive swipes of her hand, she wiped the tears away, determined to erase every trace of the pain.

Her anger fueled her actions as she dumped his belongings into a bag. Once she'd gathered enough, she dragged the bag outside and tossed it into a nearby trash heap. The act, though cathartic, only deepened the ache inside her. Returning to the silence of her room, fresh tears began to fall.

"I trusted him," she whispered, cradling her swollen belly. The betrayal was too much—worrying about him had always come before, but now it was compounded by the thought of him with someone else.