All Chapters of His Tears, My Freedom : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Liam’s POVThe moment our eyes meet, the world tilts. For a second, I forget how to breathe. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be standing in front of her like this. I came to Italy because of her, yes, but I wasn’t sure how to see her yet. I only came to this place to meet with Marcus, to get more information about Lila and my mother. That was all. A quiet investigation. Nothing dramatic.Yet here she is. In my arms. As if fate decided to mock me to my face.She breaks the gaze first. Her lashes flutter and she fumbles against my chest, trying to steady herself. I catch her by the waist, my fingers tightening almost instructively as I help her straighten up, my hands lingering a second too long. A rush of heat hits my face and my pulse spikes, but I force myself to stay still. She clears her throat, touches her hair like she needs to gather herself, and steps back with a faint, awkward smile.“Thanks,” she murmurs, already moving sideways as if she cannot get away fast e

Claudia’s POVThe door clicks shut behind me. I step in, heels clicking against the polished floor. My eyes flick to Aurelia’s back. “So… tell me. Why did you ask to see me?” My voice carries across the quiet room, sharp and deliberate, letting her know I’m not here to waste time.She turns slowly, lips curling into that sly, calculated smile. “Is that how you greet an old friend you haven’t seen in a while?” She lifts her wine glass to her lips, sipping like she’s savoring my reaction, eyes locked on mine before she even sets it down.I scoff, throwing my bag onto the single couch. I stride to the table, pour a drink, and gulp it down in one sharp swallow. I slam the glass onto the surface, letting the soft thud echo. I pivot back, eyes narrowing. “I know you didn’t call me here to chit-chat. So just… get straight to the point. Say what you have to, so I can leave,” I say, eyes narrowing at her, voice edged with impatience.Aurelia’s eyes widen, then she scoffs once, scoffs again, di

Liam’s POVZara tugs Lila toward the ice cream truck, their laughter rising above the chatter and distant music floating through the park. Her tiny sandals slap against the pavement as she half-skips, half-drags Lila along. People around them drift by—families, friends, couples—but those two are the brightest thing in my line of sight.They don’t even check if I’m following.And somehow, I still can’t move.My mind shifts back to my meeting with Marcus earlier today. His voice echoes again, low and careful, as if he didn’t want to give me hope.“She has the same face and the same name as your wife, Lila. But after watching her closely, this girl isn’t anything like the Lila you described. There’s every chance she isn’t the one you’ve been searching for.”His words were meant to steady me. Instead, they sit in my chest like a stone as I watch her now—this Lila—smiling softly as she helps Zara choose between toppings.If she isn’t the Lila I’ve been looking for, then who is she?And why

Lila’s POVMy eyes flutter open to a white ceiling, quiet and still, the kind of silence that makes you forget where you are for a second. The room feels almost too peaceful. I try to push myself up slowly, my muscles still stiff, when a voice breaks through the air.“Lila! You’re awake!”Colette.She shoots up from her chair like she has been waiting for hours, rushing toward me with both hands already reaching to help me sit upright. Her movements are quick, worried, yet gentle, as if she thinks I might crumble if she holds me too firmly.My gaze finally settles on her face. The worry in her eyes nearly makes me laugh.“Come on, Cole, I’m alive. Can’t you see? Why is your face still mopped up like something terrible happened?”My teasing comes out light and playful, the kind of tone I use when I catch her taking things too seriously.Colette scoffs, a sharp breath leaving her as she folds her arms. “I guess you’re really back to yourself now, since you’re still calling me Cole.”My

Lior’s POVI barely register the impact before hands rush me from behind.Dave.“Lior!” my name breaks out of his mouth as his arms lock around me, firm and urgent, keeping me upright when my knees threaten to give. The force of Liam’s punch still hums through my skull, a sharp echo that rattles my bones. I blink once. Twice. The world steadies just enough for me to breathe.I lift my hand to my mouth on instinct. My thumb brushes my lower lip and comes away warm and slick. I stare at it for half a second too long, the red staining my skin like a quiet accusation. Blood. From him. From that single, well-aimed strike.My jaw tightens as I rub my thumb against my lip again, feeling the sting now, the dull ache blooming beneath my skin.Then I see him walking away.Liam does not look back. His shoulders are rigid, his stride unhurried, as if nothing has happened. As if he did not just cross a line that cannot be uncrossed. His last words loop through my mind, each repetition sharper than