All Chapters of GIVING HIM A SECOND CHANCE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

After Cole stormed out, the cabin felt unbearably quiet, his boots crunching over the gravel until the sound vanished into the night. I stood in the kitchen, one of my hand was braced against the counter while the other was resting on my stomach in a protective way. The silence that passed felt like a weight on her chest and even though she tried to breathe, the ache that I felt in my chest refused to ease up.I told myself I wouldn’t cry, countless times I had tried to make that promise to myself but the sharp words and his cold distance kept piercing into my heart. But as the minutes stretched into an hour, the dam broke. Tears finally slid down my cheeks, I tried to stifle my sobs by pressing my palms against my mouth. I was terrified that someone nearby might hear me.My chest heaved. Why am I never enough for him? I thought bitterly. I had tried my best to make him care about me, I tried offering him smiles, tried showing him acts of kindness but instead every of my attempt at c

The morning light filters softly through the curtains, catching on the dust motes in the air and painting the room in a fragile, golden haze. I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands folded neatly in my lap, though my fingers twist together as if they carry the weight of something far heavier than I can hold.Cole has already left very early. He didn’t say goodbye to me, didn’t brush his lips on my forehead in the manner which I’m used to. The bond between us which was once steady now feels stretched thin. It felt like a fragile glass that would shatter at any slight touch. Almost instinctively, my palm rests against my belly. I’m carrying out child and this truth should fill me with warmth, which it actually does in fleeing moments. But more often than not, it only make my fears worsen and I begin to wonder what kind of world will my child grow in, if Cole will ever be present in its life or if his heart will forever drift toward someone else?I close my eyes, drawing in a slow breath

The morning sun painted the curtains gold, but it felt strange to me, it felt like the light belonged in someone else world. I sat at the vanity and started at my reflection, I looked pale. The hollows beneath my eyes spoke of sleepless nights. My fingers smoothed my hair, but I could not quell the turmoil brewing beneath my skin.It wasn’t just Cole’s absence that disturbed me but also the growing patterns that I could no longer pretend to not see. Whenever he came home at nights, his scents were filled with a perfume that clearly wasn’t mine.I wanted to believe my doubts were just pregnancy hormones and fear, But fear doesn’t leave strands of hair on a jacket. Fear doesn’t cast guilty shadows in one’s eyes.My hand stilled on the comb. “You’ll have to be strong,” I whispered to my own reflection, to the life hidden inside me. “I have to be stronger than I’ve ever been.”Outside, the courtyard air was crisp, it was filled with damp earth and the scent of pine. Across the flagstones

In the late afternoon I walked across the hallways, my fingers lightly grazing the banister as I moved. Every step I took was a deliberate act. I had finally decided that today I will confront Sasha, I won’t confront her with anger or in a reckless manner instead I will confront her with precision. What I needed now were answers, confirmation, and to put to test Cole’s willingness to stand with me.When I arrived, I met Sasha in the garden, she was leaning lazily against the stone railing, her fingers twisting a silver bracelet with the kind of ease that made my stomach tighten. She looked up and saw me, she then smiled at me giving me a slow and calculated expression that reeked of hidden intentions.“Ella,” Sasha said, voice smooth as silk. “This is a surprise visit.”I squared my shoulders, meeting her gaze without flinching. “Sasha. We need to talk.”Her smile widened, her eyes sharpened. “Of course. I assumed you are here to talk of matters regarding Cole?”My lips pressed into a

It was an early morning and the rays of dawn were filtered through the sheer curtains, making the room have a soft glow across the room. I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands resting gently on my belly, within me, I could feel the pulse of the life growing within me. Amidst all the chaos that has become our lives, it felt like a quiet, grounding presence. The bond has become strong, insistent, and I cling onto it like a lifeline.Uncertainties still lingers, even with the bond. Over the past few days, Cole’s behavior has been a puzzle that’s difficult to understand, there were little gestures of care, but there were also quick flashes of guilt. Yet beneath all of this actions were the shadow of Sasha’s influence that still hang around, whispering doubts that I cannot ignore. I know I have to act carefully, to observe meticulously, and test Cole’s loyalty without tipping my hand too soon.I rise and move to the window, my eyes scanning the courtyard below. COLE was already there, pac