All Chapters of When a Bad Boy Falls Inlove: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

JackWillow is still visibly shaken when I lead her over to where I have the car parked. Out of the corner of my eye I see police cars approaching, so I help her into the car without a word, shutting the door behind me as I round the car to meet the policemenapproaching."Carter," the taller among the policemen, says with a large grin as he approaches. I recognise him as the town's sheriff and nod in acknowledgement."Sheriff Parker," I respond in kind, taking his outstretched hand in a firm handshake."He's back there," I say, nodding towards where I left that scum lying unconscious, and he signals to the policeman beside him, who nods and starts walking back there with a pair of silver cuffs in hand."Be careful, he had a gun," I mutter. "Have a good one, Sheriff," I nod before turning away and slipping into the car.***The road stretches ahead, dark and winding.Beside me, Willow is silent, curled into the passenger seat like she's holding herself together from the inside out.I k

JackThe park looks different in the fall. Quieter. Golden, like it knows things are changing and doesn't mind. Leaves drift down in lazy spirals, covering the paths in copper and amber. The wind is cool, not sharp; it's just enough to make me zip my jacket halfway and pull Cami's hoodie up when she forgets to.She is seated beside me on the bench, her legs swinging back and forth in thick woollen socks and sneakers too new to be scuffed. In her lap is a half-finished bag of gummy worms she'd offered me a tiny bit of and a crumpled napkin she refuses to throw away until she finds "the perfect trash can." I let her be. She has her rituals.Willow is on the picnic blanket a few feet away, her knees tucked up under her long coat and a book open in her lap. She hasn't turned a page in the last fifteen minutes. She keeps glancing our way, letting us be without really leaving. I'm grateful for that."Do you remember the first time we met?" Cami asks suddenly, eyes tracking a squirrel zigzag

A Few Months Later:The garden shimmered with magic.Strings of golden fairy lights draped from tree to tree, casting a warm, ethereal glow across the night. Lanterns nestled among hedges flickered like little stars, and soft music drifted through the open air, mingling with laughter and the gentle clink of wine glasses. A crisp breeze rustled through the leaves, sending petals fluttering from nearby floral arrangements, but no one seemed to mind. The night was perfect.At the centre of it all sat a long, elegantly set table adorned with white linen, candles in tall glass holders, scattered eucalyptus, and bowls of colourful dishes. It was a feast—but more than that, it was a gathering of family, of friends, of love reclaimed and promises renewed. It was their wedding dinner.At the head of the table, Jack sat with Willow perched on his lap, nestled in as though she belonged there—and she did.She wore white, soft and flowing, with thin straps and a modest neckline, the fabric catchin