All Chapters of Too Late to Love me Now: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I never really understood how my life ended up trapped in a marriage I didn’t even choose. It sounds crazy when I say it out loud, but it’s the truth. I walked into this story the way you fall into a trap—quietly, slowly, without realizing it until it’s too late. And even now, I still wonder how I agreed to all of it without fighting back… as if my voice never really mattered.My name is Claire. I’m twenty-six years old. And the one thing I’ve learned over time is that sometimes you think you’re strong, but you don’t realize how much you’re accepting just to avoid disappointing everyone else.Jason… he’s my husband. The man I signed a piece of paper for when I didn’t want to. The man I didn’t choose. And yet somehow, everyone around me made that decision for me. My parents. His family. Traditions. I found myself in the middle of it all, unable to say no. Unable to say it didn’t feel like me.And I think the worst part?Everyone thought I was happy.Everyone except me.The morning ever

I don’t know what was more violentJason standing in my living room,or Natalie… stepping forward to stand beside him.She was there.In front of me.As if she had the right to be here.As if she had something to explain.As if she wasn’t the reason my heart was breaking more with every passing second.I think the silence lasted a long time.Or maybe it didn’t.I don’t know anymore.Time had no shape, no meaning. Everything in my head was blurred.Jason looked at her in a way I had never seen before.A look he had never given me.One of those looks that says everything without saying a word.And something inside me collapsed all over again.Natalie took a breath.Her eyes were shining—but not with shame.I think she was afraid.Or maybe she was acting.I couldn’t even tell anymore.“Claire…” she whispered. “I… I wanted to talk to you before. I wanted to explain.”I laughed. Not a real laugh.The kind that comes from somewhere broken.The kind that sounds wrong.The kind that says, I’m

I barely slept that night.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, unable to quiet the noise in my head.Jason.Natalie.The document.Ayman.Everything blurred together into a chaos I couldn’t make sense of.At some point, around five in the morning, I closed my eyes just to breathe. Just to try to stop shaking.But one question kept coming back, over and over:Why did everyone know before I did?I shook my head, my eyes burning.Not now.Not time to cry.Not yet.I got up, my nightgown wrinkled, my hair a mess. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.I looked like a tired woman.Drained.Wounded.But there was something else too.A small flame.A quiet anger.Something beginning to rise.I knew this day would be decisive.I splashed cold water on my face. The shock jolted me awake instantly. I tied my hair back and looked at myself again.Still tired.Still fragile.But… standing a little straighter.When I walked out of the bathroom, my eyes immediately fell on

“Ja… Jason… What are you saying? But… but where am I supposed to go?”I was stunned.Another humiliation.On top of being betrayed and humiliated, I now had nothingnot even a roof over my head.I wanted to scream at the injustice, to shout that I had been nothing more than a rag doll in that house.She knew. My best friend knew perfectly well. She had taken part in all of it.And now, in front of her at the peak of her victory I was about to be thrown out like trash.“How can you do this? Where do you expect me to go? How am I supposed to look my father in the eye and tell him what happened?” I shouted at Jason before turning to her.“You knew, didn’t you, Natalie? You knew I’m not wrong, am I?” I asked with a bitter laugh.The worst part…She looked like she didn’t care at all.A contemptuous look settled on her face—one I didn’t even recognize.Can someone really be that petty? That hypocritical?At that moment, Jason’s attitude didn’t even matter anymore… Natalie my best friend, th

That kiss…So unexpected. So sudden.It stirred something inside me something so powerful that I couldn’t help but surrender to it.When we finally pulled apart, my heart was pounding wildly.I kept wondering how I was ever going to look him in the eye again.My hands were trembling. Slowly, I stepped away from him… My eyes hesitated to meet his, yet I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at him from the corner of my vision. He looked just as unsettled.“I—”“No, Ayman…” I cut in quickly.I didn’t give him the chance to say another word. It was far too embarrassing.“Claire, wait, please…” he tried to stop me.But it was useless.All I wanted was to disappear.I hurried into the hallway, like a teenager avoiding the boy she secretly loves the one who makes her feel emotions she has never known before.And that was exactly how I felt.Suddenly, I leaned back against the wall, feeling as though something inside me had cracked open.I felt awful, completely overwhelmed. One hand pressed ag