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A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Fifty Three
Tessa's POV:I walked out of the café with a strange ache in my chest. Not the kind that came from heartbreak, but the kind that followed a long-overdue closure. Liam had always been a chapter I kept open out of pity or nostalgia, but sitting across from him that afternoon, watching him insist that he could win me back, I knew it was over and had been for a while.His words lingered as I crossed the street, the city humming around me. “I’m going to keep trying.”I should have felt flattered. Touched, even. But I didn’t. I just felt tired. And ready. Ready to move forward.The next morning, I found myself back on campus, hiding behind my coffee cup and pretending I was more composed than I felt. My lectures flew by in a blur, the same way clouds roll past a window when your mind is somewhere else entirely.And my mind was definitely somewhere else.I hadn’t forgotten the other conversation I needed to have. The one with Michael.After my last class, I saw him from the hallway, standing
A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Fifty Two
Stacey’s POV:It had been a long day.The kind of day that wrapped itself around your shoulders like a weighted blanket. Endless emails, back-to-back lectures, and the constant juggling of motherhood and secrecy. By the time I stepped into the house, the smell of lavender bath soap lingered in the hallway; Chloe must've bathed Tessa already.“Hey,” she called from the kitchen. “She’s busy in her room with coloring books.”I dropped my bag with a sigh and kicked off my shoes. My feet throbbed.“You’re a miracle,” I murmured.She grinned. “You say that every Thursday and Friday and every time.”“Because it’s true.”I went to see Tessa. She sat on the rug with all the seriousness she could muster while coloring what seems to be an animal of some sort.“Mommy!" She shrieked when she saw me at the doorway. She ran to me with one big smile, and I scooped her into a big hug, inhaling the soft smell of her soap.“How's my baby?" I asked as we moved into her room. The butterfly stickers on the
A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Fifty One
Stacey’s POV:We didn’t count the days anymore.They just passed like scenes in a quiet, golden film, melting into each other, each moment more delicate than the last. Three weeks could feel like three lifetimes when you were hiding love inside hallway glances and whispered goodbyes.And somehow… that made it all more intoxicating.Noah and I had slipped into a rhythm, a secret one, known only to the floorboards of his room and the shadows cast by his lamp at dusk.On my free evenings or days off, I slipped into something softer than being a professor. Something private. I’d make sure Tessa was with Chloe or had everything she needed for a few hours. Then, I’d drive over to Noah’s neighborhood and park a block away, nerves fluttering like the first time every single time.He’d open the window for me like always, arms outstretched like clockwork, like I was his favorite part of the day.We’d talk. Or sit in silence. Sometimes we’d lie side by side on his bed, fingers brushing, music pl
A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Fifty
Stacey’s POV:The clock on Noah’s wall ticked louder than usual as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across his room. I was lying in his arms on the couch, tucked into his warmth, wrapped in that familiar scent of his skin, spiced cologne, and something uniquely him.But the peace was running out. His parents would be home soon.I sighed and sat up, brushing my fingers through my hair and smoothing the wrinkles in my blouse. “I should go.”Noah’s hand slid around my waist, pulling me back gently. “Not yet.”“We said we’d be careful, remember?” I glanced at the door, heart skipping. “They could walk in any minute.”“I know,” he murmured. “But I don’t want you to go.”His voice had that soft huskiness I’d come to love, the kind he only used when the rest of the world was shut out. He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his gaze lingering.“I love you,” he said.My breath caught.Three words. Three small words, but the weight of them hit
A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Forty Nine
Noah’s POV:Another knock.I froze.My heart skipped, then stumbled. I was still on the couch, the weight of everything Sophie said lingering like a bad taste in my mouth.Please, no. Not again.I stood slowly, knee stiff, body tense. My fingers curled into my palm as I approached the door. The last knock brought chaos. My pulse picked up. Every part of me braced for her, Sophie, round two.But when I opened the door, my breath hitched.It wasn’t Sophie.It was Stacey.Her.She stood in the doorway, her hair pulled into a messy bun like she’d thrown it up in a hurry, her cheeks flushed, her eyes, God, those eyes, soft and unsure, but lit with something deeper. Guilt? Fear? Regret?All I knew was that she was here.And suddenly, everything inside me stilled.Her eyes met mine. Apologetic. Soft. And full of that same vulnerability I always saw in her when no one else was looking.She opened her mouth. “I got your message,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry for… disappearing like that.”My th
A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Forty Eight
Noah’s POV:Sophie didn’t speak right away.She just stood there, eyes wide, mouth parted slightly, like my confession had knocked the breath out of her lungs. As if somewhere in her twisted, deluded world, she hadn’t actually expected me to say it out loud.But I had.Clear as day.“Yes,” I had said, looking her dead in the eye. I loved Stacey. No excuses. No hesitation.The silence between us buzzed.Then something shifted in her face. The disbelief melted away, and in its place, something darker bloomed. Her mouth closed. Her jaw tensed. And her fingers, those perfectly manicured claws, curled into trembling fists.“I will have you, Noah,” she whispered, her voice low and eerie, like a curse spoken through clenched teeth. “Even if it takes me destroying every woman in your life.”Her eyes burned like embers. “I’ll make you love me.”And then, she turned on her heel and walked out.She didn’t slam the door. Didn’t scream. She just walked out as if she had left behind a bomb and was
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