All Chapters of With All My Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

pastThey headed downstairs to find the guys waiting for them. Sam was sprawled lazily on the couch, tapping through his phone with a smirk that suggested he'd seen something amusing. Jesse leaned against the doorway, a drink in hand, his posture relaxed but eyes sharp, as if he’s about to jump in and take charge at any moment. Patrick stood near the window, hands shoved into his pockets, but there was an intensity in his gaze as he observed everything, an authority that underlined his presence.His gaze snapped to Annabelle the moment she stepped into view, his gray eyes dragging over her outfit slowly, like he was memorizing every detail. Heat rose to her cheeks under his scrutiny, and she quickly looked away.Cassidy, on the other hand, basked in the attention as she strutted down the stairs. Jesse let out a low whistle, earning an exaggerated eye roll from her, but the corner of her mouth twitched up in amusement.“You boys ready, or what?” she asked, hands on her hips.Jesse rais

pastFor a moment, she couldn’t move. Her mind flashed back to the last time she saw him. It was over a year ago, before Patrick and she had gotten together, back when she was working at the gas station. The memory slammed into her like a tidal wave.It had been an unbearably hot day, and she had been stuck pulling a double shift because her mom had forgotten to pay the electricity bill. She was tired, sticky, and in no mood to deal with anyone. Then Adam walked in. He smiled at her - kind, understanding. Or so she thought.They exchanged numbers, and for a while, she believed maybe he was a bright spot in her otherwise shitty day.Of course, she had heard rumors about him, but she never judged people based on what others said. So they went on a few secret dates - nothing serious.Then one night, they got drunk. Things escalated. He kissed her, but when he tried to take things further, she said no.He didn’t stop.She fought back, managing to kick him between the legs and escaped, but

PresentThree days later, I saw Cassidy.Yes, I’ve been avoiding her. And yes, I actually managed to succeed. At least, until now. But fate, or maybe just my son Henry, had other plans. He’s completely smitten with Cassidy’s daughter, Alison.Which is how I end up here, face-to-face with her. My breath hitches, caught in the humid air thick with the scent of fresh-cut grass from a nearby mower. My heart thuds in my chest, drumming along with the distant, rhythmic splash of the park's sprinkler system. Caught like a deer in headlights. Wide-eyed. Unsure. A bright squeal from a child echoes sharply, heightening my senses and stirring an unsettling tension in the pit of my stomach.Before I can even consider an escape, Henry tugs at my hand, pulling me toward the sandbox where Alison plays.Damn.I clear my throat, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Hey.”Cassidy looks up from her coffee, lips parting slightly. She’s as beautiful as ever, though there’s a tiredness clinging to her

Present-herThe morning sunlight spilled through the thin curtains of my apartment, highlighting the clutter in the small living room. My coffee mug rested warm in my hands, a comforting anchor as I stretched out on the couch, staring at the clock. It was 9:30 a.m., and I was running late.I’d told Jesse I’d meet him at his place so we could drive to his parents’ house together. They were having a small get-together, and with Missy back in town, I figured I might as well go. It had been ages since I’d seen everyone. Just thinking about walking into a room full of old friends made me feel both excited and nervous.Natasha strolled into the room, her toast in one hand and her phone in the other. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts, her hair piled into a messy bun that somehow suited her perfectly. She glanced at me over the rim of her coffee mug.“You look stressed,” she said, taking a bite.I sighed. “Trying to get out on time. Sure, you don’t want to come? You’d love Jesse

Present-HimI shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have come.But here I was, standing by the window, watching like a little spy as the sound of Jesse’s car rolled into the driveway.I knew I shouldn’t have come when I saw the longing in his eyes as he touched her hair, so casually and naturally, like it was second nature. He looked at her with a soft, almost wistful expression. Jealousy and doubt twisted in my chest while his parents and Missy gushed over her, amazed at how long it had been since they’d last seen her.Even as they sat side by side at the table, the way his eyes lingered on her, and the subtle way his body leaned just slightly in her direction, felt like a relentless drill. I could feel heat creeping up the back of my neck, my ears burning as if someone had whispered a forbidden secret. My fingers trembled under the table, betraying the jealousy that twisted like a snake in my chest, coiling tighter with each stolen glance between them. I bit my lip