Lahat ng Kabanata ng Whispers of a Second Chance: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

"Angeli Gonzales," Helena declared, her voice ringing with a mix of admiration and amusement. "That's her name." I nodded, my gaze lingering on the figure across the room. "She's still young," I offered, hoping to soften the blow of her apparent rejection. "She has time to find someone who will appreciate her." Helena's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that held both warmth and a hint of disbelief. "She likes Daryl," she said, her voice laced with a knowing smile. "And whatever she wants, she gets." I watched Angeli, her gaze fixed on Daryl as he engaged in a lively conversation with another woman. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a quiet intensity in her posture, a sense of unwavering determination that spoke volumes. It was clear, even from afar, that Angeli Gonzales was a woman of unwavering will.Daryl's office door stood ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway, illuminating the tense silhouette of two fig

The hospital room spun, a dizzying carousel of white walls and sterile smells. Pain, a dull ache that pulsed through my body, was the only constant. Every breath felt like a struggle, a desperate gasp for air. I could hear the muffled voices of doctors and nurses, their movements a blur in my fading vision. "I can't hold this anymore," I whispered, my voice a raspy croak. Cold sweat slicked my skin, each bead a testament to the relentless agony. A hand, strong and steady, grasped mine. I looked up, my vision swimming, and met Joana's worried gaze. Her touch, a gentle caress on my forehead, was the only comfort in that swirling chaos."Hey, Tyra! Just hold a little bit longer," Joana's voice was a soothing balm, but the pain was a tidal wave, crashing over me. "Tyra!" Tyler's voice, a lifeline in the storm, reached me through the haze. The door swung open, and the doctor's calm presence was a beacon in the chaos. Their hands, firm and rea

The air hung thick with unspoken tension as I steered Marco back to the dining area, my steps measured and deliberate. It was as if I hadn't heard the hushed whispers, the barely contained anger that had permeated the room just moments before. I placed Marco in his highchair, the plastic squeaking slightly against the wooden floor, and carefully measured out his food, the rhythmic clinking of the spoon against the bowl a stark contrast to the silence that had settled over the room. My gaze fell upon Tyler, his face turned away, his shoulders stiff and unyielding. He was avoiding my eyes, a silent testament to the storm brewing beneath the surface. I cleared my throat, the sound sharp and unexpected in the quiet, and met the eyes of both Tyler and Laura. "Let's eat," I said, my voice carefully neutral, a mask hiding the turmoil churning within. "Laura, you should join us." The words hung in the air, a fragile bridge over the chasm that had opened between us. Laura

"What are you doing here?" I asked Jared, my voice a low murmur that barely rose above the din of the fast food restaurant. He shrugged, his gaze flitting around the crowded space, seemingly unfazed by my presence. I slid into the seat next to Marco, who was engrossed in a game on my phone, oblivious to the tension that crackled in the air. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat that mirrored the chaotic energy of the restaurant. My eyes darted around the room, searching for a familiar face, a lifeline in this sea of strangers. And then, I saw her. Laura, her bright smile cutting through the fluorescent lights. "Laura!" I called out, my voice gaining strength with each syllable. She turned, her smile widening as she spotted me. She hurried towards our table, her presence a beacon of calm in the storm of my anxiety."Can you take Marco to the arcade for a moment?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I didn't need to explain further. Laura, with

"So, he's the guy you've been talking about?" Daryl asked, leaning back in his chair as we dug into our lunch. Selena was out with her boyfriend, leaving us to our own company."Yep, ex-husband," I confirmed, taking a long sip of my juice."And Marco's father," Daryl added with a knowing grin."You got it," I said, a smirk playing on my lips as I finished my meal.Daryl had invited me to lunch to delve into my past relationship with Laxus. He was practically vibrating with nosiness, so I decided to indulge him with a little gossip. As the waiter poured our glasses with crisp white wine, the air crackled with anticipation, ready for the juicy details I was about to spill."Thank you!" I said, my voice a little breathless as I met the waiter's tired eyes. He simply nodded, his expression a mask of polite neutrality.My gaze drifted to Daryl, who was already looking at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. His eyes, a deep, warm bro