All Chapters of The CEO'S Forgotten Promise : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sara MichaelsSara sat with Amanda that morning during breakfast. Kingsley had rushed his breakfast so that he catches up to a very important meeting.But he didn't forget to hold her hand as they ate peacefully.“Ready for today?” Amanda asked with a bright smile as she linked her arm with Sara’s in the back of the luxury car.Sara smiled back, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside her. “I think so. I still can’t believe we’re actually picking a wedding dress. It feels surreal.”The car moved smoothly through the city streets, a discreet bodyguard assigned by Kingsley sitting in the front passenger seat. Kingsley had kissed her goodbye earlier that morning, promising to handle some urgent work so he could be free for the evening. He had made sure she was safe before leaving, his concern for her always evident.Amanda laughed lightly, squeezing Sara’s arm. “It’s going to be fun. You deserve this ...a beautiful dress, a beautiful day, and a man who looks at you l

Tom McCarthy“You’re not alone in this,” Amanda said gently, her hand still resting lightly on Tom’s shoulder as they knelt together in the quiet chapel. “Not anymore.”Tom lifted his head slowly, his red, swollen eyes meeting hers. Tears continued to slip down his cheeks, but for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel completely invisible in his pain.“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw. “How to live with what I did to her. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face… the way she looked at me when I betrayed her. I keep thinking if I had just trusted her… if I had just been better… she might still be here.”Amanda listened without interrupting, her expression calm and understanding. She didn’t see the powerful CEO who had lost control of his company. She saw a man who was finally breaking open, someone who needed compassion more than judgment.“Guilt is heavy,” she said softly. “It’s okay to feel it. But you can’t let it drown you. You have to

Amanda SalvatoreAmanda sat alone on the quiet garden bench as the evening sky turned soft shades of pink and orange. The wedding reception was still going strong inside the hall ... laughter, music, and the joyful sounds of celebration drifting through the open doors. But out here, it was peaceful.She was happy for Sara. Watching her friend walk down the aisle today, glowing with love and confidence, had filled Amanda’s heart with warmth. Sara had come so far ...from the broken woman who had once been humiliated to the radiant bride who stood tall beside Kingsley. It was beautiful to witness.But sitting here now, the happiness for her friend was mixed with a quiet loneliness that Amanda couldn’t quite shake.“She deserves this,“ Amanda thought, a small, bittersweet smile on her lips. “After everything she went through with Tom, she finally found someone who sees her worth. I’m so glad she has Kingsley. But… I wish I had someone who looked at me the way he looks at her.“She sig

Amanda SalvatoreTom sat on the edge of his couch in the dimly lit living room, phone clutched tightly in his hand. The call from Amanda had ended a few minutes ago, but he still hadn’t moved. His heart was pounding, a mix of hope and fear twisting in his chest.He replayed her words in his mind, over and over.“She said she doesn’t hold grudges,” Amanda had told him gently. “She’s happy for us… but she’s not ready to forgive you yet. Maybe she never will be. That’s her choice. She just wants me to be careful.”Tom stared at the floor, his eyes burning with fresh tears. He had expected anger. He had expected Sara to scream at Amanda, to tell her to stay away from him. But instead… she had been graceful. Calm. Even kind in her own guarded way.“She didn’t yell,” he whispered to the empty room, his voice cracking. “She didn’t call me a monster. She just… said she’s not ready to forgive me.”A sob escaped his throat. He buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking as the tears came ha

Amanda Salvatore“I know this is sudden… but I don’t want to pretend anymore. Amanda, will you marry me?”The words hung in the cool night air, carried gently by the breeze that moved through the quiet garden just outside the grand hall. Amanda stood still, her fingers lightly clasped in front of her as she looked at Tom. There was no shock on her face, no dramatic reaction, just a quiet stillness as she absorbed what he had just said. Tom, on the other hand, looked nothing like the man who had walked into New York earlier with misplaced confidence. His posture was straighter now, not out of pride, but out of resolve, and though his eyes still carried traces of earlier tears, there was something clearer in them this time.“I don’t have anything to offer you right now except honesty,” he continued, his voice steady but sincere, his gaze fixed on her as if there was nowhere else he needed to be. “I’ve made mistakes… more than I can even justify. I hurt someone I should have protected,