Lahat ng Kabanata ng After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Kabanata 361 - Kabanata 370

​ELARA'S POV:​The garden at Ashcroft Manor is transformed.​White flowers hang from every archway, their petals soft and fragrant in the warm afternoon light. Fairy lights are woven through the branches of the oak trees, waiting for the evening to come alive. The tables are draped in ivory linen, the chairs tied with pale pink ribbons, the centerpieces overflowing with roses and hydrangeas. A small stage has been set up at the far end, where a string quartet is playing soft, elegant music. The gentle rustle of leaves blends with the soft hum of chatter from early arriving guests.​This is my bridal shower.​I stand at the edge of the garden, looking at the scene before me, and I feel tears prick my eyes. My friends and family are here. The people I love most in the world have gathered to celebrate me, to celebrate my happiness, to celebrate the future I am about to build. I smooth down the front of my light dress, taking in the sweet smell of fresh cut blossoms carried on the breeze.

​ALISTAIR'S POV:​The villa sits on the cliffs of Santorini, white walls and blue shutters and a balcony that hangs over the caldera like it is floating. The water below is the color of sapphires, deep and endless, and the sunsets here turn the sky into something you would not believe if you only saw a photograph. A warm, sea-salted breeze sweeps up from the water below, rustling the linen curtains hanging near the doorway.​I stand on the balcony, looking out at the view, and I feel like I am dreaming.​Elara is beside me, her hand in mine, her head resting on my shoulder. She is wearing a simple white sundress, her dark hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. She looks beautiful. She always looks beautiful.​"We are here," she says. "We are actually here."​I squeeze her hand. I kiss the top of her head.​"We are," I say. "We made it."​She looks up at me. Her brown eyes are bright with joy.​"I love you," she says.​"I love you too," I say.​We stand there together, watchi

​ELARA'S POV:​The morning sun was up and I have been awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding, my hands shaking.​I am pregnant.​I found out three days ago. I took the test in the bathroom, my hands trembling, my breath held. I stared at the two pink lines for what felt like forever, waiting for them to disappear, waiting for the dream to end. The quiet ticking of the small bedside clock was the only sound in the house as I waited.​But they did not disappear. They stayed. Two pink lines, glowing like a promise.​I am pregnant. I am carrying Alistair's child.​I have been waiting for the perfect moment to tell him. I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to be something he would remember forever. I have been planning it for days, going over every detail in my head, trying to find the right words, the right moment, the right way to share this news. I pictured us at dinner or walking along the quiet path outside, but none of those moments felt right enough.​But now,

​CELESTINE'S POV:FEW WEEKS LATER...​The morning of the reunion dawns bright and clear, the sun rising over the valley like a blessing.​I stand in the kitchen of Ashcroft Manor, my hands busy with the familiar rhythm of preparing food, my heart full of anticipation. The house is already buzzing with activity, the staff moving with purpose, the scent of roasting meat and fresh bread filling the air. Outside, the garden is transformed, tables draped in white linen, flowers arranged in elegant centerpieces and the soft clatter of silver platters and porcelain plates echoes off the stone walls of the kitchen.​Today is the day. Today, my family is coming home.​I think about the years that have passed. The pain and the joy, the loss and the love, the moments that tested us and the moments that brought us together. We have been through so much. We have survived so much. And now, we are here. Together.​Lysander walks into the kitchen. He is wearing a simple white shirt, his sleeves rolle

ISABELLE'S POV:​The years passed like water slipping right through my fingers.​I remember those summer days in simple fragments, like snapshots of moments I held onto for way longer than I probably should have. I can still clearly see the way the afternoon light fell through the thick leaves of that old oak tree and I can still hear the sound of Damon's quick laugh echoing across the open garden, bright and full of life. Most of all, I remember the feeling of his hand wrapped around mine, always warm, steady, and completely sure.​We grew up side by side, Damon and I. From the exact moment we met as kids, we were practically inseparable. We were just two lonely children who found something special in each other that the rest of the world could never offer us.​He was my true confidant, my fierce protector, and my absolute best friend. He was the very first person I ever trusted with my secret hopes and dreams, and he was the only person who ever made me feel like I actually mattered