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His Choice, My Heartbreak

The sound of hooves on cobblestone echoed through the courtyard as I watched from my bedroom window, my heart racing with anticipation. After three weeks away in the Scottish Highlands, Kingston, Hayden, and Thea were finally returning home. I pressed my palm against the cool glass, counting the familiar silhouettes as their carriage rounded the corner. But something was different. There were four figures instead of three. I hurried downstairs, my silk skirts rustling against the marble steps. The front door burst open just as I reached the foyer, and Kingston's commanding presence filled the doorway. His military bearing was as impressive as ever, but his usual focused attention on me seemed... scattered. "Autumn, my darling," he said, his voice carrying an odd formality as he kissed my cheek.
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Chapter 2

I awoke to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, momentarily forgetting our new houseguest. For five years, Kingston, Hayden, Thea, and I had built our lives in this Victorian world, finding our places and supporting each other. Now, that carefully constructed harmony felt subtly altered by Kira Wagner's presence.

The house was unusually quiet as I made my way downstairs. In the dining room, I found Kira already seated, wearing one of my borrowed day dresses that somehow looked more elegant on her slender frame. The men surrounded her, Kingston pouring her tea while Hayden inquired about her rest.

"Good morning," I said, forcing warmth into my voice.

Three heads turned with brief acknowledgments before returning their attention to Kira. Only she held my gaze, her dark eyes assessing me with that unsettling intensity.

"Autumn, you've risen at last," Kingston said, his tone carrying a hint of criticism I wasn't accustomed to hearing. "Kira has been telling us about her travels across Europe. Fascinating stories."

"I'd love to hear them," I replied, taking my usual seat. Mrs. Hartwell appeared with fresh tea, placing an elaborate service before me.

Kira leaned forward, her movements graceful as a dancer's. "Allow me to help, dear Autumn. You look tired still."

Before I could protest, she reached for the teapot. Her sleeve caught on my cup, sending the entire service crashing to the floor. Porcelain shattered, hot tea splashing across the carpet and my skirts.

"Oh!" Kira's hands flew to her face, eyes wide with what appeared to be genuine distress. "How terribly clumsy of me! I'm so sorry!"

Kingston was at her side instantly, while Hayden knelt to examine her hands for burns. Thea rushed for towels.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, dabbing at my tea-soaked skirts.

Kira's eyes welled with tears. "I'm fine, but I've ruined your beautiful tea service. I only wanted to help."

"It's just porcelain," I assured her, though the set had been a gift from Kingston.

"I've noticed you seem... distracted lately," Kira said softly, her voice carrying just enough for the men to hear. "Perhaps you're overworking yourself with those innovative designs Thea mentioned?"

Kingston frowned, his hand still comfortingly on Kira's shoulder. "Autumn, you have seemed preoccupied. Are you feeling well?"

I stared at him, astonished by the subtle shift in his concern. "I'm perfectly fine. It was just an accident."

"Of course it was," Hayden agreed, but his eyes lingered on me with a physician's assessment I hadn't seen directed my way in years.

That afternoon, I hosted a small gathering for our closest acquaintances, something we did monthly to maintain our social standing. Kira, despite her claims of needing rest, appeared downstairs in another borrowed dress, this one altered overnight to better suit her figure.

"I couldn't possibly miss the opportunity to meet your friends," she explained, her accent somehow more pronounced in company.

The gathering progressed pleasantly enough until I excused myself to retrieve a photograph album Thea's colleague had asked to see. When I returned, I found Kira in my private sitting area, ostensibly "tidying."

"Oh, Autumn," she said, turning with the photograph in her hands—my most treasured image of the four of us taken shortly after our arrival in this time. "What a lovely memory."

As she spoke, her fingers twitched, and the photograph tore nearly in half.

"Oh!" Her expression crumpled. "I've damaged it! How careless of me!"

She stepped backward, seemingly disoriented by her distress, and collided with the small table holding my mother's mirror. It crashed to the floor, the glass shattering into dozens of glittering shards.

"What happened?" Kingston appeared in the doorway, followed closely by Hayden and Thea.

"It was an accident," Kira sobbed, her shoulders shaking. "I was only trying to help organize things. Autumn must think me terribly destructive."

"It's fine," I said tightly, though my heart ached at the destroyed keepsakes. "Accidents happen."

"You seem upset," Thea observed, his scholarly eyes narrowing.

"Of course I'm upset," I snapped, immediately regretting my tone. "These items were precious to me."

Kingston's expression hardened slightly. "Kira is clearly distressed, Autumn. There's no need for harshness."

"I didn't mean—" I began, but Hayden was already guiding a tearful Kira to a chair, checking her hands for cuts.

"Perhaps you should rest," Thea suggested, but he was looking at me, not Kira.

Later that evening, I retreated to my study, seeking solace in my work. The water management plans I'd been developing might revolutionize irrigation for local farmers—something that would benefit countless families. I lost myself in calculations and diagrams until a soft knock interrupted my concentration.

"May I?" Kira stood in the doorway, a feather duster in hand. "I thought I might make amends by helping tidy your workspace."

"That's not necessary," I said quickly, instinctively moving to cover my plans.

"Please," she insisted. "I feel terrible about earlier."

Reluctantly, I stepped aside, watching as she moved around my study, her eyes lingering on every detail of my designs. Her fingers traced the equations I'd spent months perfecting, her lips moving silently as though memorizing them.

"These are quite impressive," she murmured. "You're far more clever than they give you credit for."

The comment stung with its implication. "Who doesn't give me credit?"

Kira's smile was sympathetic but somehow triumphant. "Oh, I only meant that women's intellectual achievements are so often overlooked in this era. How fortunate you are to have men who support your... hobbies."

As she left, I couldn't shake the feeling that something precious was being systematically dismantled—not just my possessions, but the very foundation of trust I'd built with Kingston, Hayden, and Thea.

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