All Chapters of Love Bet: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sophia’s POVOne weekend.That was all I could give.I already knew it was a mistake.Because Travis Cole didn’t do temporary.Didn’t do half-measures.Didn’t do anything that he wasn’t planning on keeping forever.I wasn’t sure I could survive another round of him.The villa was breathtaking.Too perfect.Too peaceful.That was the real reason he brought me here, wasn’t it?Because he knew me.Because he knew exactly what I needed before I could even admit it to myself.Because this was never about just getting me away.It was about making me feel again.It was already working.I set my bag down near the bedroom door.Refused to look at him.Refused to acknowledge the way my pulse jumped every time he moved closer.Refused to admit that I had missed him so fucking much it physically hurt.Instead, I kept my back to him.Tried to keep my voice even when I finally spoke."What now, Travis?"He was quiet for a second."Now, you stop thinking for five minutes."I turned, glaring."Excuse

Sophia’s POVI should have been used to hearing it by now.I love you.He had said it before.In the most unexpected ways.The first time, when he asked me to marry himSo casual, so sure of himself, like it was the simplest decision he had ever made.Like he had always known we would end up here.The second time, when I had finally said it back, a whisper in the quiet of my apartment, in the early morning light, with his hand tangled in my hair and his lips pressed to my forehead.So soft.So undeniably real.But now?Now it was different.Because now it came with the weight of everything we had been through.Now it came after losing him and finding him again.After being torn apart and stitched back together with the kind of pain that left scars no one else would ever see.Now it was raw, broken, exposed, like a wound he was finally letting me touch.And I didn’t know what to do with that."With everything I have, Sophia."His voice was steady, but his fingers weren’t.I felt them t

Sophia’s POVThe afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting long golden rays over the narrow dirt path that stretched alongside the forest. The air smelled like pine and freshly cut grass, the kind of crisp, clean scent that only seemed to exist here, in this place that had slowly become my second home.The sound of water trickling nearby mingled with the distant laughter coming from the backyard of Travis’s parents' house. The soft murmur of his family gathered around the grill, his father’s easy laughter mixing with the excited chatter of his sister.It was peaceful.It was perfect.I was happy.Travis walked beside me, one hand loosely laced with mine, the other tossing a stick for Hera, the family’s massive black shepherd. She darted ahead, tail wagging, bounding through the grass like she owned the land, whichhonestly, she kind of did."This is nice," I murmured, kicking a loose stone along the path.Travis glanced down at me, smirking. "You sound surprised."I rolled my e

Travis’s POVI wasn’t sure how much time had passed.Minutes.Hours.Days, maybe.Everything blurred together in an endless cycle of waiting, of watching, of making sure she was still here.I still hadn’t let go of her hand.And I wasn’t planning to.The room was quiet now, the initial chaos fading, leaving just the steady hum of machines and the rhythmic beeping of her heart monitor.Leah and Claire had both exhausted themselves, finally passing out on the couch, curled up like two broken pieces of the same puzzle.My parents had left to grab food, knowing damn well I wouldn’t move an inch from this chair.Lucas and Adam were somewhere in the hospital, probably pacing the hallways like they had been since we arrived.I just sat there, watching her, waiting for her to wake up again, waiting for another small sign that she was getting stronger.Her breathing was even now, her fingers relaxed in mine, her body still, but not lifeless like before.It wasn’t much.It was everything.Becau

Sophia’s POVI hated hospitals.I hated the sterile smell, the constant beeping of machines, the white walls that felt like they were closing in on me.But most of all?I hated feeling trapped.So the second the doctor told me I was being discharged, I should’ve felt relieved.I should’ve been thrilled.I wasn’t.Because leaving meant facing the real world again.Leaving meant still being weak, still needing help, still having to rely on people when all I wanted was to be strong enough to do everything myself."Sophia, sweetheart, you need to eat something before we go," Travis’s mother said, placing a tray in front of me.Homemade soup.Something warm. Comforting.Something I probably should have wanted.But my stomach was still twisting too tight, the weight of the last ten days crushing down on me.I forced a smile, picking up the spoon, trying not to focus on how weak my grip still felt.Because if one more person looked at me like I might break, I was going to scream.The plan ha