In the heart of Chicago, No More Regrets tells the story of two best friends, Sade and Isla, whose bond starts in kindergarten and grows stronger through all of life’s twists and turns. They’ve been through everything together—school dances, heartbreaks, and even the loss of Isla’s mom during high school. Their friendship is unshakable, and they’ve always had each other’s backs. As they get older, life seems to fall into place. Sade marries her charming childhood, sweetheart, Marco, and Isla finds love with her steady and supportive partner, Shane. Their lives become so intertwined it’s hard to imagine one without the other. But one Halloween night changes everything. Sade’s world comes crashing down when she discovers that Marco and Isla, her husband and her best friend, are having an affair. The betrayal cuts deeper than she ever thought possible, leaving her feeling broken and lost. She struggles to hold herself together, but the pain is overwhelming. Her marriage falls apart, her friendships crumble, and she’s left wondering if she’ll ever feel whole again. At her lowest point, Sade meets someone unexpectedly. He doesn’t try to fix her or make grand promises. Instead, he gives her the space to find her own strength and reminds her of who she really is. Slowly, Sade starts to heal, learning to let go of the hurt, stop blaming herself, and rebuild her life on her own terms. No More Regrets is a heartfelt story about love, loss, and finding yourself after everything falls apart. It’s about realizing your worth, picking up the pieces, and proving to yourself that no matter how broken you feel, you can always come back stronger.
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Grant Elementary, 8:05 a.m. Sadé’s Point of View “Mom, I don’t want to go to school today. Can I please just go back home?” I tugged at my mom’s sleeve, my small fingers trembling, the nervous knot in my chest growing tighter. The building loomed ahead, much bigger than I imagined, and it felt like the doors might swallow me whole. My mom, Melody, knelt down in front of me, her warm hands on my shoulders, her voice the only thing keeping me from completely breaking down. “Sweetheart, you’re going to be just fine,” she said softly. “School is where you’ll make new friends and learn so many things. You’ll love it.” But I didn’t feel like I was going to love it. The whole school was too big, the kids were too many, and the thought of leaving my parents behind made my stomach turn. What if they didn’t like me? What if I didn’t belong? My older sister, Madison, stood next to Mom, looking all grown up with her neat braids and sparkly backpack. Her bright pink Powerpuff Girls backpack had Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup smiling from the front, and it made her seem like she could take on the world. At 7, she seemed ready for anything. “Don’t worry, Sadé,” she teased with a grin. “It’s going to be so much fun. You’ll make tons of new friends! I’m in second grade, so I’ll show you around.” I glanced up at my older brother, Eric. He was 10 and always acted like he was too cool for all the first-day jitters. His Spider-Man jacket was his favorite—it was bright red with a bold black web design on the back. His backpack had Spider-Man’s face on it, and I could see him secretly trying to act like a superhero in front of the other kids. He offered me a quick, almost impersonal wave, like he had things under control. “Come on, Sadé,” Dad said, his deep voice always making me feel safer. He adjusted the strap of his own bag and put his arm around my mom’s shoulder. “We’re going to walk in together. You’re going to do great.” Mom gave me a reassuring smile, though her eyes were a little sad. “We’re all in this together, sweetie. You’ve been strong since the day you were born. You’re going to make new friends, I promise.” I nodded, but my feet still felt heavy, like they were stuck to the sidewalk. Madison skipped ahead, looking back only to make sure I was still following. Eric walked ahead of us, his stride purposeful and calm, like he had no worries at all. “Let’s go, kiddo,” Dad said with a grin, nudging me forward. We all walked side by side toward the entrance of Grant Elementary, the big doors swinging open as we approached. As we entered the building, I took a deep breath, the cool air inside almost making everything feel more real. We passed other kids and parents, some laughing, some looking just as nervous as I felt. I squeezed Mom’s hand, and she gave me a soft, knowing squeeze back. “I’m right here,” she whispered. “We’ll get you to your class, and then we’ll see you at the end of the day.” Before I could say anything, Eric shot ahead of us, grinning. “I’ll catch you guys later. There go my friends. Oh, there go my crew!” he yelled, looking back at us with a wink. He ran ahead, giving high fives to a group of kids who had been waiting by the lockers. I watched him disappear into the crowd, a little envious of how easily he fit in. Madison squeezed my hand. “See? It’s not so bad.” And then, through the crowd, I saw her—a girl standing alone near a group of kids, clutching her backpack like it might be a lifeline. She wore a blue Fairly Oddparents T-shirt with Timmy and Cosmo grinning on the front. She looked just as lost as I felt, and in that moment, I thought maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be so bad after all.Marco’s POVMarco sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The weight of the evening pressed down on him from the conversation with Sade, the way she walked away without looking back, the cold finality in her voice. He felt sick. He had ruined everything.Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and sent a message.Marco: We fucked up. We so fucked up. I want my family back.He stared at the screen, waiting. No typing bubble appeared. No immediate reply. The silence gnawed at him. Then, his phone lit up, Incoming Call: Isla.His breath hitched as he hesitated before answering. “Hey...”A deep, furious voice cut him off."You motherfucker."Marco’s stomach dropped. It wasn’t Isla. It was Shane."You talking about your family?" Shane spat. "You destroyed my family!"Marco could hear Isla crying in the background. He closed his eyes, his regret thickening. "Shane, man....""Don't fucking Shane me! I mean nothing to you, huh? We've known each othe
Marco’s POVMarco sat in the dimly lit living room, the only sound coming from the clock ticking on the wall. His phone sat beside him, screen dark, just as it had been for weeks. He had called. He had texted. He had begged. But Sade never responded.Until now.His heart nearly stopped when his phone buzzed. He snatched it up, breath catching as he read the message.Sade: Meet me at Robertson Park at 6:30.For a moment, he just stared, rereading the words over and over. A light bulb went off in his head, and a rush of hope flooded his chest. She wanted to meet. She was finally giving him a chance to talk.Jumping to his feet, he grabbed his keys, barely stopping to check the time. He still had an hour, but that didn’t matter. He needed to be there. He needed to make things right.And maybe, just maybe, this was the first step in getting her back.Marco sat on the bench at Robertson Park, his leg bouncing anxiously. He was early. Too early. But waiting alone in the cold felt better tha
Anonymous POVThe walls of the lab felt colder than usual. The sterile air, once a comfort in its predictability, now pressed in on Sade like an invisible weight. August bled into September, yet time felt irrelevant. She moved like a ghost through her own life, floating from her desk to the lab, from the microscope to her laptop, mechanically completing tasks that once brought her pride. She still excelled, her work remained impeccable, her contributions essential, but she was nothing more than a machine, performing functions without feeling.She hadn't redone her braids. New growth had overtaken the neat parts, stray strands slipping from their places. Her outfits, once a reflection of her confident and polished self, had lost all intention. Nothing matched. Nothing mattered.People at work noticed.Her colleagues had stopped inviting her to lunch, not out of cruelty, but because she no longer responded. They would see her sitting at her station, face barely visible behind the micros
Anonymous povThe fallout of what was once considered a "perfect" marriage in the public eye was swift, it was fast, and it was brutal. It didn’t matter that Shane and Isla hadn't filed for divorce just yet; the damage was already done. The whispers behind Isla’s back were impossible to ignore. Every time she walked down the street, she could feel the weight of the side-eyes, the looks of disgust that followed her wherever she went. People who used to smile at her now turned their faces away as if she had some contagious disease. There was no pretending anymore. Her life, the life she had worked so hard to build, was no longer hers.Shane had taken the children, all three of them, and left. He moved in with his parents, the door slamming shut on their family’s supposed unity. He was beyond angry, livid that Isla had betrayed him. How could she? How could the woman he had been with since he was sixteen years old suddenly turn her back on him like that? He felt betrayed, humiliated.Sad
Sade’s POVThe block party was supposed to be fun, a time for laughter and memories, the kind of event that defined summer in the neighborhood. Kids running wild, their laughter echoing in the streets, the smell of grilled food wafting through the air, and the community coming together to celebrate life.But something felt wrong.It wasn’t obvious at first, but I could feel it, like a storm cloud lingering on the horizon. It started with Isla. She wasn’t smiling like she usually did. Not genuinely, anyway. She was laughing, but it was empty, like she was pretending to fit in. She would dance with the others, but her movements were robotic, stiff, as though she was somewhere else.Then there was Madison. My sister, always so composed, always so strong. But tonight? She wasn’t the same. Her eyes kept darting to our mom, as if searching for something, some answer she hadn’t found. And when she did meet my gaze, her expression was guarded, like she was keeping a secret, a painful one, and
Sadé’s POVThe block was lit.Essex had been completely shut down, and people from up and down the street filled every available inch of space. No cars lined the curbs; instead, the Chicago Police Department had blocked off the entire area, forcing everyone to park on nearby streets. Marco’s SUV sat a few blocks away, but Sadé’s Audi was right there in the driveway, covered in deep tints. The DJ had the speakers thumping, jumping from old school bangers to the latest hits, and the smell of barbecue thickened the air.Coolers were lined up along the driveway, packed with drinks. Kids ran wild between the bounce houses, water slides, and sidewalk games, and the playpen had been set up for the babies. Sadé’s whole family was here. Marco’s whole family was here. Everybody’s family was here. It was one of those days where the South Side felt like home in the best way.But they were running low on ice.She found Marco standing near the grill, laughing with Derek. “Hey, we’re running out of
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