All Chapters of The Whispers of my heart: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

It broke Sophia’s heart to see Mira like that.Not because she cried.Not because she was sad.But because she was small.The girl who had once danced on tables at birthday parties, who had screamed across campus just to get Sophia’s attention, who had worn glitter on a Tuesday “just because,” was now curled into herself, like she was trying to take up less space in the world.She deserved more.She was more.She was fierce.Loyal.Brilliant.Full of light.And Noah — the man who had held her heart for a year — had not just broken it.He had discarded her.Like she was nothing.Like her love, her time, her loyalty, were just stepping stones to someone better.And Sophia couldn’t breathe through the anger.Not for herself.For her.That night, she walked into Daniel’s apartment, her coat still on, snow dusting her boots.He looked up from his desk, sketches spread before him.“You’re back early.”She didn’t answer.Just kicked off her shoes, dropped her bag, and sat on the couch, pullin

Daniel had turned.One step.Then another.The break room door was just ahead.He had said what he came to say.Noah had stood there, silent, ashamed, maybe even sorry.And Daniel had decided to leave it at that.Because this wasn’t about violence.It was about truth.About holding someone accountable.About protecting the people who couldn’t fight for themselves.But then, just as his hand reached for the door—Noah spoke.Not quietly.Not with regret.With contempt.“Man, you really believe all that, don’t you?”Daniel stopped.Turned.Noah had set his coffee down.His posture had changed.No more shame.No more hesitation.Just cold, cruel amusement.“She came to me with a ring?” Noah said, shaking his head. “That’s pathetic.”Daniel didn’t move.But his pulse spiked.“She actually thought we were going somewhere?” Noah continued, voice sharp. “She knew nothing about me. She didn’t know my life, my goals, what I really wanted. And she thought a little promise ring was going to lock

The afternoon sun hung low over campus, casting long shadows across the brick pathways. Students poured out of lecture halls, backpacks slung over shoulders, laughter echoing between buildings. The air was crisp, the kind that carried the scent of fallen leaves and distant coffee.Mira walked out of her psychology class, hood pulled up, hands buried in her coat pockets.She wasn’t going back to the dorm.Not yet.She was heading to the supermarket — the small one at the edge of campus, the one with the flickering neon sign and the cashier who always gave her an extra apple. She needed groceries. Needed routine. Needed something to do with her hands so they wouldn’t shake.And then, as she turned the corner toward the sidewalk, she saw him.Noah.He was standing by the bus stop, hands in his jacket pockets, head down.And when he looked up, their eyes met.Mira froze.Her breath caught.For a heartbeat, she considered turning around. Pretending she hadn’t seen him. Walking back into the

The weekend arrived like a sigh.Saturday morning unfolded in soft light and quiet rhythm. No alarms. No lectures. No rush.In Dorm 3B, the room was warm, the radiator humming, the fairy lights still glowing faintly from the night before. Snow had fallen again in the early hours, blanketing the campus in silence. Outside, the world was muffled, peaceful — but inside, life hummed in its own gentle way.Each of the roommates had settled into their corners, wrapped in the lazy luxury of a day with nowhere to be.Mira lay on her bed, headphones on, flipping through a fashion magazine, one leg bouncing to the beat of a song only she could hear.Zara sat cross-legged on her bed, sketching in her notebook, tongue poking out in concentration.Rose sipped tea from a chipped mug, lost in a novel, her reading glasses perched on her nose.Claire typed slowly on her laptop, muttering to herself about a paper due Monday.And Sophia?She sat on her bed, back against the wall, phone pressed to her ear

The sun dipped low over Willow Creek Ranch, washing the land in soft shades of rose and gold. The once-silent oak grove now hummed with life—lanterns swayed from branches like suspended fireflies, and strings of lights crisscrossed above the wooden dance floor, shimmering with warmth. A gentle melody floated through the air: guitar, cello, and a voice so tender it felt like a lullaby woven for the heart.The reception had begun—not with pomp or pretense, but with sincerity. Beneath the trees, tables draped in ivory linen waited under flickering candles and wildflower arrangements. Laughter carried on the wind. Children raced across the grass, their joy ringing through the evening air. The scent of roasted herbs, cinnamon rolls, and spiced wine drifted everywhere, wrapping the ranch in the comfort of celebration.At the heart of it all, Nathan and Elena danced. Husband and wife. Their movements were simple, unhurried—his hand resting gently on her waist, her head tucked against his shou