All Chapters of Painful Divorce : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“But what if what I feel for Kevin is just… a sense of debt to the past? What if it’s just nostalgia and sympathy?”Jonas paused for a moment. “If that’s what you feel… maybe you already know where your heart wants to go.”Jessica turned toward him. “I’m afraid, Jonas. Afraid of making the wrong choice.”“You’re not wrong for choosing what makes you feel alive. The only wrong choice is the one where you lie to yourself.”Jessica closed her eyes. The wind stirred again.Just then, her phone buzzed once more. This time from Kevin.[I’d like to talk again tomorrow, if you’re willing. No pressure. Just heart to heart.]Jessica exhaled deeply.Tomorrow. The choice had to be made—sooner or later.But tonight… She just wanted peace. To rest and ait for the quiet voice within to speak.The night grew late as Jessica sat alone on her father’s porch. The cold air pierced gently, though not as cold as the confusion in her heart. Ever since Kevin and Jonas had both expressed their intentions, her

Kevin took a deep breath. “Jessica… I know I’ve hurt you a lot. Even before you got sick. Since long ago. But I didn’t come here just because you’re sick. I came because… because I still love you.”Jessica didn’t respond right away. She looked down, eyes on her cooling cup of tea.“I believe you’re sincere,” she said at last. “But I’m not sure that’s enough to fix everything.”“I’m not asking for everything to be fixed in a day,” Kevin replied quietly. “I just want a chance. Even if you end up choosing Jonas… I’ll still be a good father to Anya. But if there’s still room… no matter how small, I’d like to fill it.”Jessica looked at him for a long moment. “The issue isn’t who can be a good father. You and Jonas—you both care about Anya. And I trust that you always will.”Kev

That morning, the air felt lighter. The sky wasn’t fully bright yet, but sunlight crept gently through the bedroom curtains. Beside the bed, a cup of warm tea steamed softly, the scent of chamomile calm and comforting.Jessica sat leaning back, her hand stroking Anya’s head resting on her lap. The little girl was still in her flower-print pajamas, fingers clutching the edge of her blanket tightly. Her breathing was soft. Peaceful.It had been three days since the doctor shared the news: no more detectable cancer cells in Jessica’s body. The long and painful treatment had finally paid off. But strangely, there was no euphoria. Only silence. Like someone who had just crossed a storm and now stood at the edge of a dock… wondering where to go next.“Jessica?” A soft voice from the doorway pulled her from her thoughts. Randy stood there, already dressed in a blue shirt that looked hastily ironed.Jessica nodded

Soon after, Randy came inside, hanging his jacket by the door. “You’ve already cleaned up the kitchen? Looks like I’ve got no chores left today.”Jessica stood and gave her father a quick hug. “It’s team work. This morning, kitchen duty was ours.”Randy smiled and kissed his daughter’s head. “You look fresher this morning.”Jessica nodded. “I do feel better, Dad.”The three of them sat at the dining table, sipping tea and nibbling on biscuits. There were no heavy conversations—just light chatter about blooming flowers in the garden and the neighbor who recently replaced their fence. Jessica listened patiently. She had a quiet desire to capture this morning in her memory. A peaceful morning, without pressure, without big decisions. Just love, in its simplest form.After a while, Jonas glanced at his watch. “I need to head to the hospital—one of my patients need

“Auntie, is this a bridge?” she asked, glancing up and pointing at the blocks.Jessica nodded. “Yes, sweetheart. A very beautiful bridge.”Anya giggled, then returned to her task. At the same time, Jessica turned toward the kitchen. She could hear dishes being washed gently, and her father’s breath occasionally shaky with age. Yet, there were no complaints. No angry voices or demands.It had been a long time since Jessica experienced such a peaceful morning.Before, mornings were the most exhausting time: waking up nauseous, hiding the pain, pretending everything was fine. But now, morning had turned into something gentle. She knew her body wasn’t fully healed—there would still be tired days, follow-up visits, and restrictions—but the weight in her chest no longer felt the same.Anya called out again, “Auntie, let’s make a house?”Jessica smiled. “Let’s do it.&rdqu