All Chapters of The Wife He Tried to Forget: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 20: When Stars Become Our Witness“Come on,” he said, his thumb brushing soothing circles on my skin. “Let’s walk a little.”We started down the gravel path together, fingers intertwined, the connection sparking warmth through my entire body despite the chill. With each step, the world seemed to quiet around us, the chaos and noise melting away until all I could feel was him.“Why didn’t you tell me how good that breakfast was?” Travis asked suddenly, glancing down at me with a teasing grin.I bit my lip, feeling caught. “I didn’t want you to think I was... you know, greedy.”He laughed softly, the sound low and warm. “You could never be greedy, Kourt.”That simple affirmation made my heart swell, and I squeezed his hand tighter. “I’m glad you’re here,” I whispered.He stopped walking and turned to face me, the sunlight catching the soft curve of his jaw. “Me too,” he said, voice thick with feeling. “More than you know.”I looked up into his eyes and saw something raw and hone

Chapter 22: When You Catch Me"Hey! Stop right there!" A sharp voice echoed across the busy worksite, halting the few nearby workers in their tracks. "That's Mr. Martinez's daughter! And look—Engineer Forger is with her. Do you want to lose your job for gawking at them?"I barely registered the scolding; my attention was locked on the uneven path ahead. The ground was littered with loose gravel and rocks, but I was too distracted to notice the protruding stone right in front of me.My foot caught it. The world lurched.“Ah!” I gasped, sprawling forward as my knee slammed against the hard surface. A searing pain shot through me, sharp and immediate. I dropped to my hands and knees, my fingers instinctively reaching down to clutch the injured spot.Blood blossomed on my skin—a small scrape but vivid red and stinging. My fingers trembled as I brushed away the grit."Oh, f**k, Kourtney!" The voice was sharp but laced with worry. I looked up and saw Travis—not close enough to catch me, but

Chapter 24: A Night Wrapped in Your ArmsA lump formed in my throat. No one had ever said that to me so directly before. No one had made me feel like I mattered so completely.“Thank you,” I whispered, tears pricking my eyes.He brushed them away gently, thumb stroking my cheek.“You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly. “It’s just how I feel.”Promises Under the SkyWe stopped by a small park bench bathed in the soft glow of street lamps. Travis sat down and pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. My head rested against his chest, the steady beat of his heart a calming rhythm.“Promise me,” he said after a while, voice barely above a whisper, “promise me you won’t hide when things get hard.”I looked up at him, meeting the depth of his gaze.“I promise,” I said, meaning every word.He smiled, a mixture of relief and joy. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”We sat there in silence, the city alive but distant, wrapped in each other’s arms. It felt like a beginning —

Chapter 26: When Love Gets MessyBut one rainy night, Travis held me close and whispered, “You don’t have to be strong all the time. I want to be your safe place.”I blinked back tears because holy crap, finally — someone gets it.Dinner DisasterAnd then there was that time he tried cooking for me. Let’s just say the garlic bread was not his forte. But we laughed so hard I almost forgot the world outside.We danced in the living room after dinner, slow and silly, and I thought maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something real.Real TalkOf course, we hit bumps — like when a dumb misunderstanding had us both upset.But Travis found me sitting alone in the park and just sat beside me. Took my hand. Looked me in the eyes.“I don’t want to lose this,” he said.“I don’t either,” I whispered.And just like that, we promised to always be honest — no matter how scary that might be.What I’m FeelingEvery smile, every touch, every moment with him feels like I’m finally breathing again.

Chapter 28: Caught in the MomentWe finally pulled apart reluctantly, still wrapped in the warmth of each other’s arms. Travis stretched, yawning with that goofy smile I loved, then glanced at the clock.“Looks like we’ve got the whole day ahead of us,” he said, brushing a stray curl from my face.I grinned. “No work, no distractions. Just us.”We started slow—making breakfast together in the tiny kitchen. Travis was hopeless at flipping pancakes without a mess, and I couldn’t stop laughing as batter splattered across the counter. He playfully flicked some on my nose, and I retaliated with a gentle poke to his ribs. The kitchen was filled with laughter, soft and easy, like a favorite song.After breakfast, Travis pulled out a stack of old vinyl records. We danced in the living room—him holding me close as the music played. Our movements were awkward at first, but soon we found our rhythm, spinning and laughing until we were breathless.Later, we took a walk through the nearby park, fi