All Chapters of She Missed Her Last Chance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

Loree picked up a call and bolted, right in front of everyone."I'm sorry, Rowan. I have to go. Harvey's in real danger this time. I'm the only one who can save him. Be reasonable—this is someone's life. Just wait for me, okay?"Same as always. A few rushed words, then she walked out on our wedding.I didn't stop her. Just watched her rush off in those heels.One blink, and all that was left... was her fading silhouette.Every eye turned on me—mocking, judging, bored, pitying.I stood there under the spotlight like some joke they paid to watch.I didn't lose it. Wasn't mad. Wasn't even sad.I just watched her disappear.My friend, Eric, stepped up and handed me an envelope."Go home. Think about whether you still want this."I took it.Inside—a new ID, a passport, and a one-way ticket to Australia.I looked at the frozen emcee, then the guests who'd clearly seen this before, and let out a dry laugh.Ninety-ninth time.That's how many times Loree walked out on our wedding

Chapter 2

Donovan and Rebecca handed me the phone.Loree's voice came through."Rowan, something serious happened. Harvey's not doing well. I want to grant one of his wishes first."I went quiet. Didn't even know what to say.She'd run from our wedding so many times—and never once apologized. Now she was choosing to marry him.No explanation. Just one line—Harvey's in trouble.That was enough for her to throw everything away and marry him instead.And me?I'd wasted time, money, everything—proposing over and over before she finally said yes.I used to think if I tried harder—loved her more—things would get better.Today, I got it.To Loree, my love was disposable.If that's how it was, there was nothing left to hold onto.I grabbed the bank card off the table. Fifty grand. Meant for her.Their smug looks froze.Donovan slammed his hand over mine."Rowan, don't rush this. Don't be impulsive. I'll call Loree back right now. Calm down, okay? She's just being immature. You're not ser

Chapter 3

Everyone froze. Even Donovan and Rebecca—always chasing money—just stood there as I walked out.I drove home.I stepped into the small place that used to be full of laughter. Every step hit like a punch to the chest.Every corner, everything—ten years of us living here together. Memories I thought would last forever, now cutting like glass.I forced myself to pack. Just kept moving, like that could fix anything.On the shelf sat The Little Prince—the copy we picked together. A faded movie ticket still tucked inside. Our first date.I ran my fingers over the cover. Cold. It sank deep.My tears finally fell, dotting the pages, washing the anger out.The closet was packed with our clothes and photos.Her blouses still held that soft lavender scent—her favorite. It used to calm me every time I held her.Now it just felt like a joke. She wasn't here anymore.I yanked everything down and tossed it on the floor, like that could burn the bitterness out of me.It didn't.The anger

Chapter 4

One day left before my flight.I dragged the trash bags to the door, ready to crash, when the lock clicked.I was only staying one more night. Guess even that was too much to ask.I stepped out of the bedroom.Loree walked in. Harvey right behind her.Unbelievable. My fiancée brought her side piece straight into my place.She barely got inside before yelling, "Rowan! Where'd you put the stuff from my jewelry wall?"I didn't move toward her like before. Just stood there. The noise got on my nerves.There used to be a whole wall of necklaces by the entryway. She saw some influencer do it and had to copy it."What's going on?" she kept shouting.I yawned and pointed at the trash by the door. "Not just that wall. Your clothes, all that clutter too. Figured you wouldn't have time to pack, so I handled it. You're welcome."I was leaving anyway. No way I'd leave anything behind for them.Loree would never ignore expensive stuff. She bolted outside and started digging through the b

Chapter 5

I stepped off the plane. The second my phone got signal, it blew up.I glanced down. Every message was from Loree.She'd tried everything—text after text.Where did I go? How am I? Where am I now?She dumped out everything she had to say. She'd probably never done this before.Didn't matter.I didn't reply. Didn't keep reading.I tossed the phone into an airport trash can—along with the past she built on lies.***Third-Person POVLoree drifted through the wedding like a ghost.She scanned the room over and over, but Rowan was nowhere. She kept waiting for his voice.Nothing.'Maybe he's home.'She ditched Harvey and rushed back. The place that once felt warm now sat cold and hollow.She stepped inside, slow. Memories of Rowan hit, one after another.Her hand dragged across every surface, like she could pull him out of thin air.Then a weird smell hit. She froze.Something clicked. She looked down.A scream ripped out of her."Th-This is—!"A cold body lay there. T

Chapter 6

A blood-stained hand reached out. His voice was soft."It's okay. Don't be scared. I won't hurt you."That day, Loree wore gray contacts. She kept her head down, forcing the words out."I didn't see anything. I'm blind. I can't see. Please let me go!"He let out a quiet chuckle, said nothing, and helped her out of the alley.She followed him, stiff.Later, Loree found out Rowan had spotted those thugs near her place and tailed them on purpose. The blood? Lab mice. He'd smeared it on himself just to scare them.She couldn't believe it. Not until he left did she finally breathe.But now she couldn't stop thinking about him.So she started digging into his life. That's how she really got to know Rowan.A girl's curiosity about a guy—that's where it starts.Their hearts slowly pulled closer.The memory snapped, cut off by Harvey's sneer."Loree, if you ask me, Rowan had it coming. Guy was cheap. Selfish trash. Back at the wedding, he took the money and walked without looking b

Chapter 7

While Loree searched everywhere for Rowan, her house got robbed—and Harvey vanished.After she called the police, more news hit. Harvey hadn't just run. He took everything. Savings, passbooks, bank cards. Cleaned it all out. The house was wrecked, flipped upside down.Her parents were in the hospital, poisoned by gas, barely hanging on.And the one behind it all—Harvey.The man she once put above everyone else.***Rowan's POVI hadn't seen Loree in forever. No sign of Harvey either.Then the news dropped—Harvey cleaned out her family and vanished.The gas poisoning? Yeah, no way that was an accident.I watched a clip of Loree on the ground, crying, completely wrecked.I felt nothing.She did this to herself.I buried myself in work. Only after I finally shook off those years did I let myself breathe.So I left. Started traveling.Far from the noise, it felt like stepping through time—every mile quiet, unpredictable.Mountains, lakes, oceans, old ruins, crowded cities

Chapter 8

I pulled her inside. Her yelling was already getting the neighbors' attention.She probably didn't expect to step back into what used to be our place.But nothing was the same.I'd cleared it out. New furniture. Renovated. Every trace of her—gone."You're really heartless. You didn't leave me a single memory."Seeing I wasn't kicking her out, she pushed it."Why would I?" I said. "You've been kneeling long enough. Go sit, then leave. Stop bothering the neighbors."That was it. The last bit of pity I had left.But Loree didn't see it that way. She thought I'd softened."We still have a chance, right? You still love me. We were so close. We were about to get married. Ten years—you can't just forget that. Let's start over."I looked at her, words stuck. She was the one who changed first.When I didn't answer, she stepped closer and grabbed my hand.I shook her off, hard. My voice didn't waver."People change. I'm not the same man—and neither are you. You changed first, rememb

Chapter 9

When I got to Mira's city, it felt like stepping into something new—lighter, brighter.Our future was here. The life we'd build, side by side.We bought a place. Cozy, clean, a little classic. Everything inside—every piece, every frame—we picked together. Made it ours.After work, we filled the city with laughter. Busy streets, quiet parks—every corner started to feel like us.For the wedding, Mira and I wanted the same thing—timeless, a little modern.So we kept it simple, but it still felt big. Personal.When we slipped on the rings, our eyes locked. Everything else faded.I knew—this was the best thing life would ever give me.In our third year, we had a son. Healthy. Perfect.He made everything feel whole.Late at night, I'd hold Mira close and watch him sleep. Quiet. Peaceful. Something steady settled in my chest.This was the life I used to dream about.Years later, a news clip flashed on TV.A woman—messy, unhinged—was hacking at a man on the ground.My chest tight

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