Masuk“We…shouldn’t be doing this,” Stacey moaned as she felt Noah’s lips kiss the side of her neck. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispered. “I’m twelve years older than you; what would the world say?” “I don’t care what the damn world says. The only thing I care about is the woman in front of me.” He kissed her on that same sensitive spot on her neck. “So I say again, Professor, tell me to stop and I will.” ****** 32-year-old Stacey Smith's life comes crashing down when she discovers her husband's betrayal. Seeking comfort, her best friend drags her to a club where she ends up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Stacey is shocked to realize the guy she slept with is one of her students, the popular star basketball player of her school, 20-year-old Noah Baker. What happens when an unlikely romance blooms between the two? In an era of scrutiny and criticism, how would they handle the world's reaction to their unusual love? And with Noah’s future hanging on the line, her ex-husband and a new love interest her age after Stacey, would they be able to overcome all the challenges they face, or would they cave in and walk different paths?
Lihat lebih banyak(A YEAR LATER) The day dawned clear, as if the universe itself had decided to bless them with a perfect sky. Morning light poured through the tall windows of the small countryside chapel where everything was set. White flowers lined the aisles, delicate petals scattered across the floor, and ribbons of soft gold glimmered in the sunlight. It wasn’t an extravagant cathedral or a grand ballroom, it was something far more intimate. Something that felt like them.Stacey had chosen it deliberately. A place away from the noise, away from the judgments of the past. A place where she could promise forever without the weight of a thousand eyes measuring her choices.She stood in a quiet room at the back, dressed in ivory silk that clung gracefully to her curves, her growing baby bump just visible beneath the fabric. She held unto the bouquet of wild flowers with sweaty palms. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and touched her stomach, a smile breaking across her face. Life had a str
Stacey's POV:The city felt like it had been waiting for me all along.New York…its noise, its restlessness, its unstoppable current swallowed me whole, but instead of drowning me, it taught me how to breathe again. The skyline was no longer just a backdrop; it was the frame of my new life.In the mornings, sunlight streamed through my apartment windows, catching on the spines of books stacked along the walls, my book among them, my story. The bestseller label still startled me every time I saw it. A part of me still whispered that it wasn’t real, that at any moment someone would expose me, laugh at me, remind me that women like me didn’t get happy endings.But then, laughter would break that thought apart… my children’s laughter.Tessa had adjusted faster than I expected. She’d always been an old soul, though I sometimes forgot she was still just a child. New York fascinated her, it was like she knew she was born here, the towering buildings, the museums, the parks. Ethan, on the oth
Stacey's POV:It was strange how peace could feel so much like trembling.The morning after I told Michael the truth, I woke with my chest lighter but my limbs heavy, as if I had dragged my heart through fire the night before. The silence of the house was loud, no violin strings playing from the street below, no roses, no forced smiles. Just me, my children sleeping upstairs, and the soft rhythm of my own breathing.I reached for my phone almost unconsciously, my fingers dialing Chloe’s number before my mind caught up.“Stace?” her groggy voice floated through.The second I heard her, I crumbled. “I did it.”“You told him?”“Yes.” My voice cracked. “Chloe, I finally told Michael the truth.”There was a pause, and then a squeal so sharp I had to hold the phone away from my ear. “Oh, thank God! Stacey, I was praying you’d find the courage. You did it!”I laughed through tears. “It doesn’t feel like courage. It feels like I broke someone’s heart. He… he looked at me like he knew. Like he
Stacey’s POV:The apartment was too quiet.The kids had fallen asleep early, their soft breathing filling the rooms like a lullaby. Micheal and I sat in the living room, a lamp casting warm light across the space. I’d chosen this moment deliberately. No distractions. No excuses. Just us.My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard I was afraid he could hear it. The words I’d rehearsed a hundred times stuck in my throat. But I knew I couldn’t keep running. Not anymore.Micheal was sitting across from me, scrolling absently through his phone, a glass of wine untouched on the table. He looked tired, worn in a way I hadn’t noticed before…maybe from work, maybe from the weight of carrying a future for us that wasn’t really ours.I cleared my throat. “Micheal?”He glanced up, smiling faintly. “Hmm?”My hands twisted in my lap, knuckles pale. “Can we talk? Really talk?”Something in my tone must have tipped him off, because the smile faded. He set his phone aside and leaned forward, elbo
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