All Chapters of It's Too Late Now: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

•Cassie POV•Everyone has a breaking point. You might think it’s impossible, but what hurts more than hoping for something too much?“Cassie, I love it when you dress in lingerie just to impress me,” Scott mumbled as I crossed my legs over him on the bed, each thigh resting on either side of his.I leaned in, kissing him softly. His hands slid up from my hips to my waist, warm against the thin net fabric that barely covered me. A shiver ran through me. I had missed his touch.“You can say that again, honey. Because I want you,” I chuckled as he pulled me closer.“Then I’m all yours.” He kissed my lips, then trailed to my neck. My breath caught, a quiet moan slipping out. This was golden, one of the reasons I could never imagine trading Scott for anyone.He was my first love, my first in everything. We met in high school, and ever since, it felt like fate had tied us together.“I love you, Cassie. Always. And I don’t think I can ever love anyone else but you,” he whispered, and I could

•Cassie POV•I felt like all the strength in me had drained out as I pushed open the door and stepped into the silence of the house.The familiar scent of home hit me, but it no longer felt comforting. Instead, it mocked me, reminding me of the dreams I once had. The picture of Scott and I raising kids here, building a perfect family. That picture was now shattered, leaving only pain behind.I collapsed onto the couch, dropping my car keys on the table. Covering my face with my palms, I cried until my chest ached. How could I have been so blind? So stupid? I hadn’t even suspected him. I had swallowed every lie he fed me, believing in the man who was nothing but a stranger in my bed.The ache in my chest burned deeper the more I thought about it. I had poured my soul into planning Layla’s wedding, the long nights, the early mornings, making sure everything was perfect. And all along, the groom was my husband. My own Scott. The cruelest slap life could give me.My phone buzzed again in

•Scott POV•I stared at my phone screen, restless, as I dialed Cassie’s number again. The call went straight to voicemail before disconnecting. My chest tightened. She must have blocked me.“Damn it,” I muttered, shoving a hand through my hair. A rough breath left my lips.What have I done? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I had spent months planning how to tell her in a way that wouldn’t break her, but it didn’t matter. No matter how I said it, she would still end up hurt. “Scott, is this resort better or should we look for a different place for our honeymoon?” Layla’s voice broke my thoughts. She leaned against me on the couch, her head resting on my shoulder. Her perfume filled my nose, sweet but suffocating.“It’s not bad,” I said without looking.She raised her head, her eyes narrowing. “You didn’t even check to know the one I was talking about. What’s the problem, Scott?” She hissed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about Cassie.”Her words stung.

•Cassie POV•In the midst of two men talking cheerfully, dressed in a familiar blue suit, was Scott. My eyes widened in shock as they landed on him, and my heart thudded hard against my chest.Seven whole years, and I had hoped never to see him again. Yet, here he was. How could he be at this party?I forced my gaze away from his direction and focused on the man and woman in front of me. They gave me a polite smile before excusing themselves, but my mind was far from calm."Mr. Williams, this is a big moment for us. The first ever Lewis design of a Mercedes-Benz," one of the men Scott was speaking with said proudly."Yes, and all I need now is for Mr. Lewis to agree on—" Scott began, but his words faded.I didn’t wait to hear more. My legs moved quickly before I could stop them, weaving through the crowd. I just needed to be anywhere—anywhere else where I wouldn’t have to see Scott. My heart pounded so hard it felt like I had just run a marathon. I hated this. Hated how seeing him aga

•Scott POV•The little girl in front of me stared up with wide, curious eyes, gray and bright, almost piercing straight into my soul.I smiled. There was something about her energy, so full of life and innocence, that reminded me painfully of Cassie’s old dream of having a child. She used to talk about it almost every day. The memory made a sharp pain shoot through my chest. And seeing her today, with that man by her side, made me realize just how foolish I had been back then.“Mister, is something wrong?” the little girl asked softly, tilting her head as she studied me.I forced a small smile. “No, angel. I was just thinking about the right answer to your question.”She bounced lightly on her toes, excitement dancing across her face. The cool evening breeze brushed her cheeks, sending strands of her golden-brown hair fluttering. Without thinking, I reached out to tuck one behind her ear, but before my hand could reach her, someone pulled her away.“Mommy!” she squealed, and my heart