All Chapters of The CEO'S Forgotten Promise : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Amanda Salvatore “I’m going to New York for the funeral,” I said firmly, clutching my phone tightly as I stood near the doorway, my heart still heavy from the call I had just received from Kingsley. I had never heard him that shattered, he always stayed strong and hide his feelings... But this was something different that crashed my family in pieces. Tom didn’t look up immediately. He remained seated, scrolling through his phone like my words hadn’t carried any weight. “Did you hear me?” I asked again, my voice tightening slightly. “I heard you,” he replied calmly, his tone almost too calm as he finally lifted his eyes toward me. “Then why are you acting like it doesn’t matter?” I pressed, my grip on the phone tightening as frustration began to rise. Tom leaned back slowly, studying me in a way that made my chest feel uneasy. “Because it doesn’t make sense,” he said smoothly. I frowned. “What do you mean it doesn’t make sense?” I asked, confusion mixing with irritation.

Amanda Salvatore“She’s really gone…” I whispered to myself, sitting on the edge of the bed as I clutched the blanket tightly, my shoulders trembling as the weight of the news finally settled in.The room felt too quiet and empty for the silence I had gotten used to now.I lowered my head, my tears falling freely now as I pressed a hand against my mouth, trying to hold back the sound but failing. “Grandma…” I choked out, my voice breaking completely.Images of her flooded my mind of her smile and her voice.The way she used to call my name. And I wasn’t there.“I didn’t even say goodbye,” I cried softly, curling into myself as my body shook with grief.Aurora’s soft cries filled the room from the crib, but even that sound felt distant compared to the pain in my chest.“I’m sorry…” I whispered through tears, as if she could hear me. “I’m so sorry…”The door opened quietly behind me.I didn’t turn. I didn’t need to at all....I knew it was Tom in all his arrogant glory. A side of him I

Sara M. Salvatore “Where were you, Sara?” Kingsley’s voice cut through the silence the moment I stepped into the house, his tone low but tense as he stood near the living room, his eyes fixed on me with something I hadn’t seen in a long time. I froze slightly at the doorway, adjusting Elly in my arms as my heart skipped. “I… I went out for a bit,” I said carefully, my voice soft as I tried to read his expression. “For a bit?” he repeated, letting out a short, humorless laugh as he ran a hand through his already messy hair, his tie loosened like he had been pacing for hours. “It’s late, Sara,” he added, his jaw tightening. “I didn’t think it would take this long,” I replied quickly, stepping further inside as unease settled in my chest. “Something came up.” “What came up?” he asked immediately, his voice sharper now as he took a step closer, his eyes searching mine like he was trying to pull the truth out of me. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words felt stuck for a second. I

Sara M. Salvatore“Come here, Elly… come to mommy,” I said softly, crouching slightly with my arms open as I watched her crawl toward me, a small smile forming on my lips even though something inside me still felt distant.She giggled faintly, her tiny hands pressing against the floor as she moved closer, her movements a little unsteady but determined.“That’s it,” I encouraged gently, forcing warmth into my voice as I reached out and picked her up, holding her close against my chest as she let out a soft sound, her little fingers clutching onto my shirt.For a moment, everything felt almost normal.Almost....As my mind was constantly trying to understand if Tom meant what he really said.Then the door creaked open.“Sara, dear,” a voice came in unusually soft, almost sweet.I turned slightly, my brows knitting together in surprise as I saw Kingsley’s aunt standing there, holding a cup of tea in her hands, her expression calmer than I had ever seen it before.“Auntie?” I said slowly,

Sara M. Salvatore “Come here, Elly, slowly, don’t rush,” I said softly as I bent slightly, my hands stretched out toward her, my voice gentle while I watched her tiny steps with careful attention. The kids event in Pemberton city was lively, filled with children crawling and laughing, parents chatting in soft tones, but my focus stayed on her as she moved toward me, her little hands reaching out, her face calm in a way that always felt just a little distant to me. I had received an invite weeks ago, but it always slipped my mind... Until yesterday when my husband reminded me, if am being honest. I loved how thoughtful he always was. “You’re doing so well,” my husband said beside me, his voice warm and proud as he glanced between me and Elly, his eyes soft with admiration. “I’ll just check something at the other section and be right back,” he added, brushing his fingers lightly against my arm. “Okay,” I replied quietly, nodding as my eyes returned to Elly, watching her every m