Three Loves & Everything Between
Three Loves and Everything Between is a raw, intimate memoir-style novel about a young woman who survives heartbreak, loss, and the quiet wars inside herself—only to discover that love, when it’s real, can still find her.
Told with honesty and unfiltered vulnerability, the story follows her through the three defining loves of her life.
With Kaden, she learns what first love feels like—the innocence, the thrill, and the belief that forever is a promise you can keep just by wanting it enough. But youth proves fragile, and what felt easy eventually slips through her fingers.
With Raymond, she learns what love can take. He enters her life with charm and promises, only to unravel into control and emotional chaos. Their relationship leads to a pregnancy she never got to keep—an experience that shatters her, scars her, and teaches her the cost of losing your voice inside someone else’s decisions.
And then there is Noah—the boy who had always lingered at the edges of her life. When he returns years later, their reconnection is quiet but powerful. What begins as an unexpected reunion becomes a love rooted in gentleness, safety, and choice. When she becomes pregnant again—after only three months back together—the fear of her past resurfaces. But unlike before, Noah gives her something she’s never had: control. Respect. Partnership. And a love strong enough to walk with her through postpartum depression, healing, rebuilding, and becoming a mother on her own terms.
Through heartbreak, young motherhood, grief, rebuilding trust, and rediscovering herself, she learns that love isn’t about perfection—it’s about choosing each other through every version of life.
Three Loves and Everything Between is her journey toward peace, motherhood, and the kind of love that finally feels like home.
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Not Fireworks, But HomeChapter Twenty-One: Not Fireworks, But Home Callie gracefully surrendered the living room by passing out not long after. Noah and I moved to the balcony, the space exposed to the night and open to honest talk. The air was cool, the wind blowing past us, carrying the clean scent of distant rain. The city lights flickered below. We talked quietly at first. Then deeper. Then deeper still. He told me about his grandmother—truly told me. He described the hollow space her death had left. The guilt that he hadn't done enough. The sheer, physical loneliness that had driven him to distraction. His voice caught and trembled, and I saw tears in his eyes. And I cried. Quietly at first, then openly, because grief instantly recognizes grief, and his vulnerability unlocked mine. I told him about the baby—not just the choice, but the agonizing silence I carried afterward. The years of hidden guilt, the way Raymond used the memory against me, and the profound loneliness of going through that wit
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY: Risking the SilenceClosing the door on Raymond felt different this time. It wasn't emotional or dramatic. There were no shaking hands, no angry texts, no residual chaos, and absolutely no crying on the bathroom floor. It was calm. Utterly certain. Like a fragile, internal switch had finally flipped and locked itself permanently in place, sealing the past away. I didn't crumble under the guilt he tried to plant. I didn't talk myself into giving him "one more chance." I didn’t fall for the practiced softness in his voice or the toxic memories he tried to use against me. I simply... let go. It was a final, complete surrender of control over his existence. No more going backward. No more choosing pain just because I was used to surviving it. And when that chapter finally closed—fully, cleanly, without lingering noise—something else came back to me. Not all at once. Not loudly. But in quiet ways that felt profoundly familiar. The stillness didn't scare me. The silence now had space—not emptiness, but roo
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Chapter: CHAPTER Nineteen: The Architecture of ReadinessThe quiet I had earned became the workshop for finding myself and building my stable life. The silence allowed me to hear my own thoughts clearly for the first time in years. I started by getting rid of old things. I cleaned out closets and drawers, throwing away clothes and old junk that reminded me of my painful past. I deleted thousands of old messages to clear the past out of my present. I rearranged my whole room to create a clean, safe space that was completely mine. I was making space instinctively, preparing for a future I couldn't see yet. The journaling became my main task. Hour after hour, I wrote, pulling up buried thoughts. The core of all this written work was the realization that I needed to learn to forgive myself. This forgiveness was a heavy, necessary labor. I had to forgive the girl who stayed too long, who was afraid to be alone, and who thought she had to suffer to be worthy. But the hardest part was forgiving myself for letting others make the choice about the
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: The Quiet After the StormCutting off Raymond didn't bring instant peace; it brought a massive, unfamiliar quiet that felt too big at first, like stepping into a vast, empty room where the lights haven't turned on yet. The night before was the final moment of that constant, suffocating stress, and the silence that followed wasn't comforting. It felt strange—like the sudden disappearance of a high-pitched, painful noise I had spent my entire adult life learning to tolerate. It was the absence of something I had grown pathologically used to surviving, and it left me completely unsure how to stand without the familiar pressure to resist.The first few mornings were the hardest. I woke up automatically checking my phone, my whole body tense. Not because I wanted to hear from him, but because my nervous system was trained to be ready for a fight. It was used to instantly preparing for whatever bad mood, demanding text, or manipulative trick would come next. My heart would race slightly the second I opened my eyes,
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Healing Around The WoundHealing is strange. It doesn’t arrive with fanfare, confetti, or a sudden, dramatic burst of clarity that solves everything. It arrives quietly, like a soft hush after a prolonged storm, and for months, I truly believed I had reached the end of the journey—the part of my life where the chaos finally relinquished its grip. I woke up in the mornings without the familiar knot of existential heaviness in my chest. I went to work, I came home, I cooked dinner, I folded laundry. Life was simple, structured, and entirely my own—a state of profound, unassuming peace I hadn’t known since early childhood. And I told myself it was because I had achieved it; I had fully and completely healed. But healing isn’t a finish line you cross and leave behind forever. It’s a vast, undulating landscape you visit and revisit, sometimes without warning, sometimes because an old path unexpectedly resurfaces. For months after the gentle dissolution with Noah, I moved through my days with an almost military
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Guide, Not Destination When Noah faded from my life, it was a quiet, profound mercy. There was no final argument, no harsh, regrettable words to replay later, no moment where everything shattered at once. It was slower than that, softer, almost invisible. Like a deep-sea tide pulling back inch by inch until the shoreline is suddenly bare, and you’re left looking at the sand, wondering exactly when the water disappeared. In the beginning, I felt the shift the way you feel a sharp drop in barometric pressure. Subtle, gradual, but unmistakable. The weight of his grief had created an emotional vacuum, and I was being gently suctioned out of his orbit. But I didn't panic. I didn’t chase. I didn’t beg the universe to hold him in place. The old me—the girl who clung to Raymond's chaos out of fear of being alone—was gone. I had already lived through the kind of love that left claw marks on my spirit. I had survived attachment that felt like drowning. This wasn’t that. This was something else entirely—the quiet,
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