บททั้งหมดของ No More Regrets BooK 1 of the Redemption Series: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Marco’s POVMarco sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The weight of the evening pressed down on him from the conversation with Sade, the way she walked away without looking back, the cold finality in her voice. He felt sick. He had ruined everything.Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and sent a message.Marco: We fucked up. We so fucked up. I want my family back.He stared at the screen, waiting. No typing bubble appeared. No immediate reply. The silence gnawed at him. Then, his phone lit up, Incoming Call: Isla.His breath hitched as he hesitated before answering. “Hey...”A deep, furious voice cut him off."You motherfucker."Marco’s stomach dropped. It wasn’t Isla. It was Shane."You talking about your family?" Shane spat. "You destroyed my family!"Marco could hear Isla crying in the background. He closed his eyes, his regret thickening. "Shane, man....""Don't fucking Shane me! I mean nothing to you, huh? We've known each othe

Anonymus POV Sade sat at her desk, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she finalized last-minute details for the upcoming product launch. The project had consumed most of her time lately, and she was grateful for it. It kept her from dwelling too much on Marco’s refusal to sign the separation papers.She looked better than she had in months, her braids were freshly done, her makeup was back, and the hollow look in her eyes had started to fade. She wasn’t okay, but she was managing.Across the office, Cheryl strolled by, flashing her engagement ring like it was a trophy.“Still showing off that rock?” Sade teased as Cheryl stopped at her desk.Cheryl grinned. “Absolutely. You know how long I waited for this moment?”Sade smirked, shaking her head as an email popped up on her screen.Subject: Meeting with Mr. Rossi.“Ugh, here we go.”Cheryl raised an eyebrow. “What now?”“Another meeting with Mr. Rossi.”“Girl, just go. Maybe he’s giving you a raise.”Sade rolled her eyes but gr

Sade POV As Sade stepped back inside the house, the atmosphere remained thick with tension. Kent arrived a little while later, and though no one spoke at first, the weight of what had just happened with Marco lingered in the air. Everyone sat in a quiet daze, unsure how to shake off the awkwardness.Taylor, Sade’s father, glanced around the room, sensing the unease. He cleared his throat and smirked."Alright, alright," he said, rubbing his hands together. "So, a turkey and a ham walk into a bar...."Groans and laughter broke out at the table before he could even finish."Dad, no," Madison said, shaking her head with a grin."Yes, Madison, yes," Taylor replied. "They walk into a bar, and the bartender says, ‘What’s this, a Thanksgiving special?’”Even Sade cracked a smile, rolling her eyes. “That was terrible.”"But it worked," he said, pointing at her. "Y’all ain't sitting around like someone just died anymore."With that, the energy shifted. Madison gathered the kids from the other

Marco’s POV – The Day After ChristmasMarco adjusted his jacket as he walked up to Melody’s front door. The cold air nipped at his face, but he barely noticed. His mind was on his kids, ready to spend the next week with him. He had made sure their game systems and tablets were already at his place, so all they needed to bring were any extra toys they wanted and a few clothes.The door opened before he even knocked, and Melody stood there, arms crossed but polite. “Good morning, Marco.”“Morning, Mel,” he said with a small nod. “Are the kids ready?”“Yeah, they’re coming,” she said, but as he stepped forward to enter, she blocked his path.He frowned. “So I’m not invited in anymore?”Melody exhaled, shaking her head. “It’s not like that. But last time you were in here, it wasn’t a good scene. You can just wait on the porch. Maybe when you drop them off, you’ll be welcome to come in. But right now, no. My daughter’s here, and I don’t want her to see you.”He pressed his lips together, b

Sade POV The soft glow of the Christmas lights outside bathed the hallway in a warm, golden hue. The hum of quiet conversation from the party seemed to fade as the last few guests made their way toward the exit. Sade adjusted the collar of her coat, her fingers trembling just slightly from the cold air that still lingered in the building despite the warmth of the gathering. She took a final glance around, savoring the last moments of the evening.Adamo was standing beside her, his expression calm and introspective. He didn’t have a coat on; his dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and tailored trousers made him seem effortlessly sharp, exuding a quiet, confident charm. The air between them was comfortable, but there was an undercurrent of something else, a tension neither of them dared to address.“I’m really glad I came tonight,” Sade said, her voice soft but sincere, her eyes meeting his. She smiled, a genuine warmth behind her words. “It was nice to be part of your family celebration.