บททั้งหมดของ The Us Between Chaos: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Sydney's P.O.V."If you were wondering if this was all worth it, yes, Sydney. If I could go back in time, I would do this all over again—choose this person again, hope again, and choose this pain again. Because I had something most people never find in a lifetime. I have something worth fighting for."I suddenly remembered what Mom said. Did I have something worth fighting for when I met Hade? I remembered reading somewhere that the right person at the wrong time doesn’t exist because there is no wrong person. Some people are simply meant to pass by, never to stay. Then what about Hade? I had already accepted that he was just a passerby, just like me—a traveler who never stays in one place. But why were we crossing paths again? Should I take the chance? Should I risk it?I sighed and looked back at Hank. "Your worth can’t be measured just because I prefer Hade to you." He chuckled and shook his head."I’m not measuring my worth here, Sydney. I’m purely asking—why Hade and not me?" His

Tell me his attention was on me, not on Victoria. I repeated it in my head like a prayer while waiting for her to wake Hade up.Then I heard it—his low groans, his muffled, sleepy voice.“Sydney’s waiting for you,” Victoria said.“Uhh, what?” Hade’s voice was hoarse, confused, and still heavy with alcohol.I could see his face in my mind—eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, hair a mess. I heard footsteps, something metallic clinking, maybe keys.“Hade, wait! You can’t drive—you’re still drunk,” Victoria said.“I can, Victoria.” A pause. Then, lower: “And why am I here in a hotel?”His voice grew faint, as if he’d turned away from the phone. I strained to hear but couldn’t make out Victoria’s answer.I glanced at the three guys sitting in front of me, then muted the call, put it on speaker, and set the phone on the table.“You guys up for picking up Hade at a goddamn hotel?” I asked.Enzo and Jarred gave me identical looks—eyebrows raised, half-smirks that said you’ve got to be kidding me.

Victoria had transferred to our school just last semester, and now we were already in our second week of classes. Somehow, we ended up in all the same subjects—and, as luck would have it, she sat beside me in every single one.Victoria loved to talk. She told me all about herself: her love for shopping, her obsession with games—and, naturally, how she first met Hade, back when he was Tycen. She casually mentioned how she fell for him… and how he confessed to her first.I felt a pang in my chest. It shouldn’t have mattered. I’d told myself our relationship was purely friendship back then. Hade had never made a move on me—not that I was expecting him to. But now? Now, after everything, why was he seeking me out? If Victoria hadn’t filled his heart, then what about me? I had nothing but my family, my studies, and… well, me.After class, we headed toward the Oreo building. Victoria eagerly joined the Malikhain under Hank’s guidance—Hade was there too, of course. Listening to Victoria gush

After a long night of thinking and processing everything that had happened this year, I decided it was time to push my luck a little further. Mom had recovered, and Paris was finally becoming responsible. I’d given them what they needed, and for once, I didn’t have to carry the weight of worry on my shoulders. Surely, risking a little heartbreak from someone else couldn’t break me.I messaged Hade to meet me at the restaurant where he first woke from his coma. I reserved the same room, the same time—everything just like before. It was still dawn, and I hadn’t slept. Lately, sadness clung to me like a shadow, and I kept overthinking everything. I was distant, aloof, but careful not to show it—so I wouldn’t have to explain myself.I slid the comforter off my legs and walked to the balcony, sitting down as I stared at the dark sky. The moon shone alone; the stars were invisible behind the clouds.I want to take the risk. I’ll tell Hade I like him—but then what? Am I ready for this? Do I r

I stared down the aisle, my chest tight, and saw Hade waiting at the end, tears shimmering in his eyes. His smile was small but genuine, and it cut me deeper than any words could. With every step I took on the red carpet, the world seemed to shrink to just us—our first meeting, the laughter we shared, the quiet moments no one else knew about. Each memory felt like a weight pressing against my chest. I memorized every detail of him, how the light caught his hair, the way his lips quivered as he tried to hold back emotion. He looked so happy, and yet the happiness wasn’t mine to share.I reached the end of the aisle and smiled at him, trying to steady myself. I mouthed a quiet congrats before stepping aside for Victoria, for the woman he chose. I watched his gaze shift from me to her. The warmth in his smile for her—it wasn’t the same for me. It was a smile meant for someone else, and the sound of the crowd cheering for her echoed like a drum in my chest, marking each beat with sharp pai