Semua Bab Dumped ,Because His Her Is Back : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The world had grown softer around him not quieter, but softer. There was a difference. Quiet could be empty; soft was forgiving. It was strange, really, how stillness no longer felt like punishment. For months, it had been unbearable every tick of the clock, every whisper of night air a reminder of what he’d lost. But lately, Liam had started to breathe again. Slowly. Carefully. Like someone relearning a language he’d forgotten.He still thought about her Amara though not the way he used to. Her name no longer burned in his chest like it once did. It didn’t ache, it hummed. Gentle, low, like a melody that once broke him but now carried him forward. There were days he’d catch himself remembering her laughter in the most unexpected places at the sound of rain on tin roofs, in the silence after a long day, in the mirror when he almost smiled again.He’d spent too long punishing himself. For what he said, for what he didn’t say. For leaving. For staying silent when rumors twisted truth in

It had been three days since she’d seen him.Three days since the sea whispered her name back to her in echoes of his voice.And yet, every sound the rustle of leaves, the hum of passing trains, the soft splash of rain seemed to carry some piece of that evening by the coast.Amara hadn’t expected her heart to feel so full and empty at the same time.It wasn’t longing, not exactly. It was something more intricate, like a painting layered with both light and shadow forgiveness in one stroke, love in another, and silence in between.When she got back to the city, the world hadn’t changed.The streets were still busy, the cafés still alive with conversation, her favorite barista still smiled when she ordered her usual. But she had changed quietly, irreversibly.Something inside her had been rearranged.That night by the fence had rewritten her definition of peace.She thought peace was distance absence the act of letting go without looking back. But now, she understood: peace was being ab

The courage to return wasn’t something Amara woke up with one morning.It came slowly, like an ache that refused to fade. It started with the smallest things his name in a conversation, a photo she stumbled upon online, the mention of the city he’d moved to. The world had a way of feeding her memories even when she was starving for peace.For weeks, she told herself she wasn’t thinking about him. That her life had shape again. That her smiles had meaning. But denial is a fragile bridge it always cracks under the weight of truth. And the truth was simple, cruel, undeniable:She missed him.Not the man the world talked about. The man she had known. The one who used to wait for her laughter before sipping his coffee. The one who painted silence in safety, not absence.But the world didn’t see that version of Liam anymore.Now, his name floated on everyone’s lips for the wrong reasons.“Did you hear?”“He’s back with her Ellen.”“I knew it. Men like him always circle back to what’s fam

They say fate has a cruel sense of humor it lets you come close enough to believe, then pulls you back just before your fingers meet.For Liam and Amara, that became their rhythm: almost meeting, always missing.Sometimes, it was the timing.Sometimes, it was the noise of gossip that built walls higher than honesty could climb.And sometimes, it was their own fear quiet but stubborn, whispering don’t try again, you’ll just bleed twice.Amara had started moving again not toward him, but toward herself.She traveled, read, wrote, laughed when she could, cried when she couldn’t. Healing wasn’t beautiful or linear; it was a constant negotiation between her mind and her heart.But every now and then, the past found her.At a café one morning, a friend leaned close with the sort of tone that meant trouble disguised as empathy.“I heard Liam’s moved on again,” she said, sipping her coffee like it wasn’t poison.“With who?” Amara asked, though her voice betrayed no urgency.Her friend shrug

The café where they chose to meet wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t even quiet.It was ordinary filled with the hum of conversations, the hiss of the espresso machine, and the gentle clinking of spoons against ceramic cups. But when Amara walked in, it felt like the whole world had paused to take a breath.Nora was already seated in a corner booth, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. She looked older than Amara remembered, grief resting quietly in the corners of her face. When she looked up and saw Amara, her expression softened like she’d been waiting to pass on a truth too heavy to hold alone.“Thank you for coming,” Nora said, her voice trembling slightly.Amara nodded, sliding into the seat opposite her. “You said it was about Liam. And Ellen.”Nora’s eyes glistened. “Yes… about both of them.”There was a pause. The air between them thickened with the weight of everything unsaid.Outside, rain began to fall slow, deliberate drops that tapped against the glass like pu