All Chapters of No More Regrets BOOK 1 of the Redemption Series: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adamo’s POV Mr. Rossi took another deep breath before he knocked on Sade’s door. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, and for a moment, he almost considered turning back. But it was too late.The door creaked open, and Sade stood before him, looking breathtaking. Her radiant caramel skin seemed to glow in the soft light, and her outfit, an elegant blouse and a form-fitting pencil skirt that hugged her curves in all the right places. She was effortlessly beautiful.He had to pause for a moment, taking her in. “Wow, you look absolutely beautiful,” he said, his voice soft but sincere.Sade’s smile was warm and genuine as she greeted him. “Thanks, Mr. Rossi. How’s everything going?” she asked, adjusting the tablet in her hand while balancing her briefcase and handbag.“I can’t complain,” he said, trying to keep his composure. “How’s the family? Everyone good?”“Yeah, everyone’s great. Thank you for asking. The kids are keeping me busy, as always,” she replied, her tone light and easy.

Anonymous POV As March faded into April, the affair between Marco and Isla deepened, their stolen moments growing more frequent and reckless. Their designated meeting place, the basement apartment Marco was renovating had transformed from a project into a secret haven. A place where guilt was momentarily forgotten, and reality was left at the door.At first, it was just an occasional visit, a quick excuse, a whispered text. But now, Marco spent more time there than he did at home. He had stopped cooking as often, something that once brought him pride. His phone never left his side, his showers became longer, and his excuses for being out late piled up. The pandemic had slowed sales at Harley-Davidson, shifting more business online, yet Marco still insisted he needed to visit stores in person. It didn't add up, but Sadé never questioned it. Her attention was consumed by her work, focused on clinical trials that were making breakthroughs. She had chosen to work in the lab rather than f

Sade's POV Friday Before Memorial Day Weekend The warm breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and charcoal, a prelude to what was sure to be an unforgettable block party. Sade stood on her front porch, arms crossed as she surveyed the neighborhood. The block was already buzzing with excitement. Families were outside, making last minute repairs to their grills, kids rode their bikes up and down the sidewalk, and the older men on the block stood in small clusters, drinking from brown paper bags, talking about how “back in the day” block parties used to be. This was the first one in three years, and everyone was going all out. "Hey, girl, what you doin’?" Claudia called from across the street, holding a big case of sodas in her arms. Sade smirked. "Trying to make sure everything is ready. You know this block gotta be perfect for Saturday." Claudia rolled her eyes, stepping onto Sade’s porch with a huff. "You ain't gotta tell me. My mama already cussed me out for trying to s

Sade’s POVThe block party was supposed to be fun, a time for laughter and memories, the kind of event that defined summer in the neighborhood. Kids running wild, their laughter echoing in the streets, the smell of grilled food wafting through the air, and the community coming together to celebrate life.But something felt wrong.It wasn’t obvious at first, but I could feel it, like a storm cloud lingering on the horizon. It started with Isla. She wasn’t smiling like she usually did. Not genuinely, anyway. She was laughing, but it was empty, like she was pretending to fit in. She would dance with the others, but her movements were robotic, stiff, as though she was somewhere else.Then there was Madison. My sister, always so composed, always so strong. But tonight? She wasn’t the same. Her eyes kept darting to our mom, as if searching for something, some answer she hadn’t found. And when she did meet my gaze, her expression was guarded, like she was keeping a secret, a painful one, and

Anonymous POVThe walls of the lab felt colder than usual. The sterile air, once a comfort in its predictability, now pressed in on Sade like an invisible weight. August bled into September, yet time felt irrelevant. She moved like a ghost through her own life, floating from her desk to the lab, from the microscope to her laptop, mechanically completing tasks that once brought her pride. She still excelled, her work remained impeccable, her contributions essential, but she was nothing more than a machine, performing functions without feeling.She hadn't redone her braids. New growth had overtaken the neat parts, stray strands slipping from their places. Her outfits, once a reflection of her confident and polished self, had lost all intention. Nothing matched. Nothing mattered.People at work noticed.Her colleagues had stopped inviting her to lunch, not out of cruelty, but because she no longer responded. They would see her sitting at her station, face barely visible behind the micros