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Three Loves & Everything Between
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My Three Loves This is the powerful, personal account of my journey and the vital lessons learned through three pivotal loves. My First Love, Kaden, taught me how to love openly. The relationship with Raymond, the dark Lesson, shattered my self-worth, forcing me to find the strength to survive and establish boundaries. I found my Coming Home in Noah, a steady, inevitable return who became my anchor for healing. Together, we rebuilt our lives, culminating in the birth of our children. The story affirms that every past heartbreak and choice was necessary, proving that nothing, in the end, was wasted.
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PROLOGUE: Before the Story
~YVONNE POV~
The call went to voicemail. Again. I stared at my phone, watching Arthur's name flash on the screen before it cut off. Fifth time today. Fifth time he ignored me. I pressed redial anyway. Maybe this time— “You have reached Arthur Klein. Leave a message.” I let out a shaky breath and forced a smile into my voice. Like that would make a difference. "Hey, it's me. I know you are busy, but... it's our anniversary. I thought maybe we could go to Marcello's tonight? The Italian place where you first asked me to be your girlfriend? I already made a reservation for seven. Just... call me back, okay?" I hung up before my voice could crack. The cab driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror. I looked away, hugging Arthur's dry cleaning tighter against my chest. The plastic rustled loudly in the silence. Maybe he was home. Maybe he had something planned and that's why he wasn't answering. Maybe he wanted to surprise me. It was a stupid hope. But it was better than nothing. "The Deluxe, please," I told the driver. He nodded and pulled back into traffic. The Deluxe was the kind of building that made you feel small just looking at it. All glass and fancy tiles and doormen in perfect suits. Arthur's penthouse sat at the very top…thirtieth floor, corner unit, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. My one-bedroom rental had a view of the dumpsters behind the Korean BBQ place. The doorman smiled when he saw me. "Miss Yvonne. Good to see you again." "Hi, Ottie." I smiled back, even though my stomach was twisting into knots. He opened the door without asking questions. By now, the staff here knew me. Arthur brought me here most weekends, telling them we had work to finish and shouldn't be disturbed. It was never work. It was always the same. Arthur would pour himself whiskey. I would sit on the edge of the bed, nervous and trying too hard. He would pull me close, kiss me, tell me to relax. And then—And then I would mess it up. Too stiff, too awkward, too boring. That's what he always said. ‘You're boring, Yumi. Why can't you just let go?’ And I would spend the rest of the night crying into the pillow, whispering apologies he never answered. Promising I would do better next time. Because I loved him. Because losing him would mean losing the only good thing in my life. The elevator ride to the thirtieth floor felt like it was taking forever. I checked my reflection in the mirrored walls. My hair was a mess from the wind. My lipstick had faded. I looked tired. I always looked tired lately. The elevator dinged. The doors slid open. Arthur's penthouse was at the end of the hall. The door was unlocked. My heart jumped. He was home. "Arthur?" I called out softly, stepping inside. No answer. The apartment was dark. Curtains half-drawn. The smell of expensive cologne dangled in the air, mixed with something else. Perfume. definitely Not mine. I froze. The dry cleaning slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a soft noise. From down the hall, I heard it. A laugh. High-pitched. Breathless. Holly's laugh. No. No, no, no—My feet moved on their own, carrying me toward the master bedroom. The door was cracked open. Just a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. I should've turned around. I should've left, but I didn't. I foolishly looked, and I saw them. Arthur. Shirtless. Hair messy. His hands tangled in Holly's blonde hair as she leaned over him, laughing, kissing his neck. The bed. Our bed. The one where I spent so many nights apologizing for not being enough. She wasn't apologizing. She looked like she belonged there. My hand flew to my mouth, muffling the sob that tried to claw its way out of my throat. Arthur didn't notice. He was too busy pulling Holly closer, whispering something that made her giggle again. I took a step back. Then another, my shoulder hit the wall. The sound echoed. Arthur's head snapped toward the door. Our eyes met. For one horrible second, neither of us moved. Then I ran.Bab terbaru
Three Loves & Everything Between EPILOGUE: MY THREE LOVES & Everything between
⸻EpilogueThey say you fall in love three times in your life: the first shows you what love feels like; the second shows you what love can take from you; and the third shows you what love is meant to be.I didn’t understand that truth until I had lived through every version—until I’d stood in the wreckage of my own choices, rebuilt myself from the fractures, and finally found the kind of love that didn’t demand pain as its price.Now, standing in this quiet house—the one we fought for, the one filled with the soft breathing of our children asleep behind their doors—I can finally see how every broken chapter led me here. How every version of love carved a different version of me. How every mistake, every heartbreak, every lesson needed to happen so I could become the woman I am now.Every love mattered.Every loss mattered.Every lesson mattered.⸻Kaden — The FirstKaden was the soft, easy love you only get once—the kind of love that feels like sunlight before you ever learn what rai
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-11-27Three Loves & Everything Between Chapter Thirty-Five: The Unfolding Truth: Nothing Was Wasted
Our daughter, Alana, is just a few months old now, a soft, vocal, and fragile human being who has completely upended the practiced routine we built around our son. She is the quiet, insistent force that keeps us tethered to the present, filling the house with the sweet, primal sounds of new life, a delicate counterpoint to the boisterous drama of our seven-year-old. We’ve learned to find peace in the most unexpected places. Sometimes I watch Noah building impossible Lego towers with our son, Noah Jr., while Alana begins her insistent morning babbles nearby. In that moment—the chaos, the color, the noise—the room might be a complete disaster, but it feels like peace. A long time ago, silence meant fear; now silence means comfort, safety, and presence. Parenthood didn’t just change us—it completely reshaped us, first with our son, and now, again, with Alana. It cracked us open and stripped away who we pretended to be, showing us who we really were beneath the fear and trauma. It was
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-11-27Three Loves & Everything Between Chapter Thirty-Four: The Middle: Architecture of Peace
Chapter Thirty-Four: The Middle: Architecture of PeaceSix and half years later…Life looks profoundly different now—louder, messier, fuller, and more alive than anything I ever imagined back when I was that girl who thought the world only held heartache for her. We have moved far beyond the quiet, sun-drenched capsule of the early months; our house is no longer a silent sanctuary, but a bustling, lived-in home, centered entirely around the boundless energy of our son.Some mornings begin long before the sun even thinks about rising, long before my body feels ready for another day. Our son, Noah Jr.—almost seven now, all long legs and unbrushed bed head—storms into our room, a whirlwind of energy and immediate, demanding hunger. His entrance is rarely subtle; he stomps across the rug, launches himself onto our bed, and announces that he’s starving like he hasn’t eaten since last year, his voice a dramatic tenor that slices through the pre-dawn quiet. And our pitbull, lazy and spoiled
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-11-27Three Loves & Everything Between Chapter Thirty-Three: The Return & The Whisper
The healing was not a sudden switch; it was quiet, gradual, and messy. We healed quietly. Together. Slowly. Honestly. The process of pulling myself out of the fog wasn't about finding external solutions; it was about accepting Noah’s anchor and beginning to trust myself again, one tiny victory at a time. The signs of my return were subtle but profound, noted more by Noah than by me initially. I started laughing again at his truly terrible dad jokes—a genuine, deep belly laugh that wasn't brittle or forced. I started singing to the baby instead of just rocking him in silence—simple nursery rhymes, sometimes off-key, but sung with genuine affection. I started meeting Noah’s eyes again during conversations, instead of looking through him or focusing on some distant, internal point of fear. The colors of the world, previously muted and seen through a veil, began to slowly saturate again. The green of the grass seemed greener; the sunlight on the wooden floor felt brighter and warmer. It
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-11-26Three Loves & Everything Between Chapter Thirty: The Brief, Bright Calm
The first two weeks after bringing Noah Jr. home were not just beautiful; they were magic. They were the tangible, breathing proof that something good could emerge from absolute breakage—the ultimate reward for every storm we had weathered. This was the peace I had fought for, manifest in a perfec
Three Loves & Everything Between Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Sound of Victory
The silence that followed the birth was the single most terrifying sound I had ever experienced. It wasn't the absence of noise; it was the active, suffocating lack of life where life should be. My inner monologue became a chaotic stopwatch. How long? How many seconds? He needs to breathe. Why is
Three Loves & Everything Between Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Final Push
The labor room felt clinical, the sudden, bright end to the quiet privacy of our home. My body, consumed by an overwhelming physical intensity, moved through the final stages of labor. I was anchored only by Noah’s presence—his cool hand on my forehead, his steady, calm voice, his firm pressure on
Three Loves & Everything Between Chapter Thirty-One: The Creeping Fog
The profound, sustained joy of those first two weeks was, ultimately, unsustainable. It was built on adrenaline, hormonal rush, and the sheer, overwhelming relief of his safe arrival. As the calendar flipped into the third week and the exhaustion became deep, heavy, and crushing, the colors in our
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