All Chapters of Sweet Unhappy Heart: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Third Person's POVUptown The late afternoon sun is hotter as Liam parked his silver Camry outside what had once been the Grand Vista Hotel. Now it looked more like a monument to better times that would never return.The building's faded brick showed years of neglect. Paint peeled from window frames like old skin, and several of the letters in the hotel sign had burned out long ago, leaving only "G_and _ist_ Hot_l" weakly against the sky."This place looks like it's been forgotten by the world," Liam muttered to himself as he walked toward the entrance.The lobby smelled of old carpet and dreams that had died slow deaths. Behind the reception desk sat an elderly woman with silver hair pulled back in a neat bun. Her clothes were clean but worn, and her eyes carried the weight of someone who had seen too much disappointment."Hello, mister. Please, how can I help you today?" the woman asked, her voice carrying a slight accent that suggested she had come from somewhere else many years a

Third Person's POVThe hotel room had grown quiet except for the distant hum of traffic outside. It wasn't the perfect day by any means, but things were starting to feel more hopeful than they had in days.Jackson looked directly at Janet, his voice serious and businesslike. "Name any amount you want for your services. I'll make sure you get paid exactly what you ask for."Janet's gaze moved between Jackson and Liam, weighing her options carefully. Jackson glanced at Liam, silently asking him to add his support to the offer."Yes, absolutely. We'll pay whatever you think is fair," Liam confirmed."Okay, I'll consider it," Janet said, then her expression grew stern. "But I have to be honest with you both. If I were your sister, I probably would have killed you by now."Liam shifted uncomfortably. "The situation wasn't ideal. But Avery and I... we never loved each other romantically.""I heard that love can grow over time though," Janet replied. "Sometimes all people need is a chance to

Third Person's POVThe text message from Avery glowed on Liam's phone screen like a neon sign advertising his former life. His mind reeled as he read her words casual, almost normal, as if the past week hadn't shattered their world into irreparable pieces.Who could still send such ordinary messages to their partner after everything that had happened? The disconnect felt surreal, like receiving birthday wishes from someone who had just burned down your house.If Liam had gone home immediately after the scandal and apologized on his knees, maybe such a text would make sense. But this? This felt like psychological warfare disguised as normalcy.In this twisted game he found himself trapped in, Avery either wanted him to die from guilt or she was planning something far more sinister. Either way, Liam couldn't shake the memories that had changed everything about who he was.He couldn't forget the feeling of Jackson's body pressed against his, the intensity of their first night together in

Third person's POV The room was silent after Janet walked out. The faint echo of her heels clicking down the hallway seemed to linger long after she had vanished, leaving only the two men in the quiet room. The curtains swayed lightly from the evening breeze that crept in through a poorly shut window, carrying with it the mixed scent of dust and city fumes. The silence was not a peaceful one. It carried weight, the kind that pressed on the chest and filled the room with unspoken words. Liam sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands still clutching his phone, while Jackson leaned against the table, arms folded tightly across his chest, staring at him as though he were trying to read every hidden thought behind those tired eyes.“You don’t mean that Avery texted you,” Jackson said at last, his voice carrying disbelief, almost like he wanted Liam to take it back, to say it was some kind of mistake or a spam message that had popped into his inbox.“I wouldn’t be joking right now.” Liam’s

Third Person's POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains of Avery's bedroom like unwelcome truth seeping through carefully constructed lies. She stood at the tall window, her reflection ghostlike in the glass, thinking about the secret that could destroy both the Sinclair and Maddox families if it ever came to light.The pregnancy that never was had been complicated enough when it was just a lie designed to trap Liam. But the truth about how she had actually spent that night, the night she claimed Liam had been with her, was far more dangerous than any fictional baby could ever be.Her mind replayed fragments of memory she tried desperately to suppress. Astor Sinclair's hands. His whispered promises. The way he had convinced her that this was the only way to secure her future, to guarantee her place in both families' power structures.The shame burned in her chest like acid."Ma'am?" Viviana's gentle voice interrupted her dark thoughts. The faithful maid stood in the doorwa