All Chapters of Two Loves, One Destiny: Chapter 171 - Chapter 176

KiaraThomas had finally left the house, no matter how hard I tried to stop him. I tried to convince him, but it was useless. He had already made his decision. I stood there staring at the door for a while, hoping he would change his mind, as if I expected it to open again, as if at any moment Thomas would come back and somehow everything could return to normal. It didn’t happen, of course.The silence left behind in the house was louder than the noise of the party and the shouting from earlier. It was incredible how everything suddenly felt so dead.I felt Juliette’s presence before she spoke. I didn’t have to turn around to know she was there, standing, staring at the door her son had just walked out of. She was crying, afraid that something might happen to Thomas.“Excellent. Are you happy now?” she asked.She didn’t shout. She didn’t raise her voice. But she looked at us with resentment.I slowly turned. Jake stood a few steps behind me, his body tense, as if he already expected h

ThomasI never thought loving someone could hurt this much until I met Kiara.I always knew she hadn’t fully forgotten Jake. That truth had always lingered somewhere in the back of my mind, like a shadow I chose to ignore. But I never believed it would come to this. I told myself that if it ever did—if one day she chose him over me—I would be mature enough to understand it. I convinced myself I was prepared.After everything I had been through—the gunshot, the hospital, the constant feeling of standing on the edge between life and death, fighting for just one more day—I thought nothing could hit me harder than that. I thought I had already endured the worst kind of pain a person could feel.I was wrong.This… this was worse. Far worse than the bullet that had torn through my body. That pain had been physical, sharp, immediate—but it had an end. It could be numbed, treated, healed. What I felt now was something entirely different. This pain didn’t have a clear source I could touch or r

ThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next.I had