All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

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Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven

Celeste’s POVI didn’t remember the drive back to my apartment.Ryan must have taken the wheel the entire way, but my mind was a white static, no thoughts, no emotions. Just a cold, deafening silence inside me.When we reached home, he guided me upstairs with a hand at my back. I could barely feel it. I could barely feel anything. My body moved on instinct, like I was made of paper and the world was wind.I sat on the couch and stayed there.Minutes. Hours. I wasn’t sure.I stared at the coffee table, the rug, my own knees, anything but the envelope Ryan had placed gently on the far end of the table, like it was a grenade that might explode if he moved too fast. Maybe it was.He sat beside me. Close, but not touching, as if waiting to see if I could tolerate warmth. I didn’t speak. I didn’t cry. My chest felt packed with snow.At some point, Ryan went and picked up Molly from school.The muffled sound of her footsteps only reached me when she leaned around the couch and looked at me wi

Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve

Celeste’s POVI walked into the boardroom of the International Jewelry Association with Rachel close at my side, clutching my notes like a lifeline.My chest still felt hollow, my mind still weighed with the storm of last week’s revelations, but the work had to go on.There was no room for collapse here. Not today. Not when the joint exhibition with the Association was on the line, and the world would be watching.Rachel whispered as we took our seats, her voice gentle. “Are you okay, Celeste?”I forced a small, unconvincing smile. “I’ll manage,” I said. “I have to. Let’s just get this exhibition finalized.”The meeting started, papers shuffled, contracts laid out, budgets reviewed. I nodded along, asked the necessary questions, and made sure the logistics were airtight. I went through the motions, every ounce of me screaming inside that I wanted to curl up and disappear somewhere safe, away from the judgment and the truth and the man who had shattered my world.And then the door opene

Chapter Three Hundred and Thirteen

Celeste’s POVI sat across from my mother again, the same wooden table between us.The last time we sat here, I’d left shaking, filled with rage, disbelief, grief, betrayal… all of it tangled so tightly inside my chest that I could barely breathe.Today wasn’t calmer.It was simply less explosive, the kind of heaviness that sits on the skin like humidity before a storm.Mother watched me with tired eyes, her fingers wrapped around a mug of tea she hadn’t touched.She had aged in the last few days. Or maybe I was only now seeing the lines in her face clearly.I could finally see every lie she’d held, every night she’d cried alone, every effort she’d made to keep the truth buried for my sake.“Thank you for coming,” she said finally, voice small.“I didn’t have a choice,” I answered, my honesty sharper than I intended. “I can’t keep pretending everything is normal.”She flinched. A part of me hated that I caused that. Another part, still raw after the revelation, felt justified.I inhale

Chapter Three Hundred and Fourteen

Celeste’s POVI was running on fumes, emotionally, mentally, physically.Work piled up faster than I could finish it now that Grace and Jenny were gone. The exhibition deadlines loomed over my head.The conversation with my mother had just added another pile to all my exhaustion.My father, or the man who used to be my father, haunted every corner of my thoughts.And through it all, Molly clung to my hand with that quiet, perceptive sweetness only she possessed, an anchor in the middle of chaos.And Ryan was always there, helping me distract myself from spiraling.“Hey,” Ryan’s whisper against my ear pulled me away.I turned to give him a smile. “I was just thinking about you.”“I find that really hard to believe,” Ryan replied with a smirk. His hand held mine and he pulled, making me stand from my bench and pulling me towards the couch.“Why is that so hard to believe?”Ryan hummed teasingly as we sat pressed close together. “Let me think… could it perhaps have something to do with no

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifteen

Celeste’s POVBack at Rosemary Atelier, Molly skipped ahead toward the elevators while I trailed behind, replaying the sensation in the parking lot over and over.Has someone actually been watching us? Or was I projecting everything I felt, fear of my father, guilt toward my mother, exhaustion, onto shadows?I checked my phone again. No response from Damien. Good.Maybe that would scare him off this time. Maybe-The elevator doors slid open on our floor.And standing right outside the entrance to Rosemary Atelier, arms crossed, face visibly burning with fury…Was Vanessa Abrams.She came barreling toward me. Her heels struck the marble with sharp, furious clicks, her chest heaving, her eyes bright with the kind of rage that didn’t come from logic but from insecurity.“Are you insane?” she snapped before I could even step out fully, her voice loud enough that a few people in the lobby turned to look. “What gives you the right to text Damien like that?”Behind me, Molly flinched. I insti

Chapter Three Hundred and Sixteen

Celeste’s POVRyan had been busier.I told myself it was normal, Maximilian’s health had been declining, Crown Luxe was preparing for a massive transition, and Ryan had always been the son who cared more than he pretended.But something in him had shifted lately. He moved with a quiet purpose, his phone always buzzing, his eyes always somewhere else even when he was near me.And the secrecy… it crawled into the cracks of my already fractured chest.I tried not to think the worst, but fear has a way of slipping under doors even when you barricade them.What if he was preparing to step fully into Crown Luxe? What if he was becoming the heir his father always wanted? What if I was watching him evolve into the very mold he had fought his entire life to escape?It terrified me, the idea of losing him to a world designed to swallow softness whole.That afternoon, the studio felt painfully empty. Grace had left, Jenny had left, Gideon couldn’t be trusted, and the weight of everything, my fath

Chapter Three Hundred and Seventeen

Celeste’s POVThe sketches blurred in front of my eyes, lines bending into shapes that stopped feeling like jewelry and started feeling like weight.I blinked hard, then leaned back in my chair, rubbing the space between my brows.Three hours had passed without me noticing. Three hours of sketching, refining, trashing, restarting.I was producing some of the strongest work of my life, and yet I felt sick with it.Rachel appeared in the doorway, arms crossed loosely, expression soft but threaded with concern.“You haven’t moved,” she said.“I’m working.”“You’re spiraling.”I almost laughed. “Those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.”Rachel walked in, closed the door behind her, and stopped beside my desk. Her eyes scanned the sketches, her brows lifting slightly. “These are stunning, Ms. Sinclair. Like… award-winning stunning.”That should’ve comforted me. Instead, my stomach tightened.“Don’t say that out loud,” I whispered.She blinked. “Why? I’m complimenting your-”“If this exhi

Chapter Three Hundred and Eighteen

Celeste’s POVMolly’s hand was warm and small in mine as we stepped out of the school gates.The afternoon sun cast long shadows on the pavement, and for a moment I let myself breathe. One quiet pickup. One moment without alarms going off in my head. One tiny sliver of normal.But the second I spotted the familiar broad shoulders near the parking area, all my muscles locked.Damien.He stood beside his car, checking his phone, glancing toward the entrance every few seconds. Bonnie stood a few steps away from him, her backpack hanging lopsided, her little face pulled into that practiced scowl she’d inherited from him.Molly stiffened at my side.I swallowed my irritation and walked forward. I wasn’t in the mood for this, not with everything piling on me already, not with Vanessa’s theatrics, and not with the edges of my life fraying faster than I could stitch them.Damien looked up the moment we approached, his expression tightening.“Celeste,” he said carefully.I didn’t waste time. “W

Chapter Three Hundred and Nineteen

Vanessa’s POVI had just gotten the baby down.Finally.After thirty-eight minutes of rocking, pacing, humming like some deranged lullaby machine, and praying he wouldn’t start screaming again, he’d closed his tiny eyes and drifted off.My arms were burning. My hair was a mess and my shirt had spit-up on it I hadn’t even bothered to clean yet.Motherhood, they said, would be beautiful.Liars.I shifted him gently in my arms, savoring a rare moment of quiet when the doorbell rang.I nearly threw the baby.The househelp appeared in the hallway almost immediately, looking frantic.“Miss Abrams, there’s… someone here to see you.”Someone? At this hour? Damien wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour since he’d just left to pick Bonnie up.And anyone else who mattered would have messaged beforehand.My nerves tightened. “Who?”The girl hesitated. Her eyes flicked toward the entryway. “He said his name is Andre.”My stomach dropped so fast I felt dizzy.No.No. No. No. He wouldn’t… he cou

Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty

Celeste’s POVGrace wasn’t answering my calls.By the seventh attempt, my screen was a list of unanswered rings and half-typed messages.I stared at her name, willing it to light up. It didn’t.I tried one more time.Straight to voicemail.My chest tightened. “Come on, Grace,” I whispered into the quiet office. “Pick up. Please.”No response. Not even a text.I sent another anyway: Are you okay? Call me. Even one word. Please.When the message didn’t deliver for a full minute, my stomach sank.I had been trying to reach Grace ever since I found out about her pregnancy, but she never replied and I was reaching the end of my rope.Why hadn’t she said anything? Why didn’t she tell me?I know the fall off from the article was too much but still… we had been friends for so long, didn’t that count for anything?If nothing else, she could have thought about Rosemary, which we built together from the ground up.I grabbed my coat and headed down the hallway. Gideon was humming softly at his des

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