Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too late to want me back.: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Ryan's POVThere was a time when I believed love was measured by grand gestures.Expensive vacations. Luxury gifts. A bigger house.A better future.I had been wrong.Amelia had never wanted grand gestures.She had wanted me to remember the little promises.The ones I made so casually. The ones I forgot.She hadn't.I remembered something she once told me years ago."Broken promises hurt more than promises never made."At the time, I hadn't understood what she meant.Now I did.So I made a decision.If I couldn't erase the promises I'd broken...I could at least begin keeping the ones that were still possible.Not for forgiveness. Not to win her back.Simply because they should have been kept in the first place.---It started with the garden.The small garden behind our house had belonged to Amelia's mother.She had spent every weekend tending to it.Roses, lavender, sunflowers, white lilies.Amelia loved that garden almost as much as her mother had.A few months after our wedding, I

Amelia's POVI barely slept.Lucas's confession echoed through my mind long after I returned home."I loved you when we were teenagers.""I loved you on your wedding day.""I still love you now."He hadn't asked me to choose him.He hadn't asked me to leave Ryan.He had simply told me the truth.A truth he had carried alone for years.It should have made everything clearer.Instead, it made everything more complicated.Because now I understood something I hadn't before.I wasn't standing between a good man and a bad one.I was standing between two men who loved me; in very different ways.---The next morning, I found Ryan in the kitchen.He was making coffee. Or at least trying to.The smell alone told me he'd burned it.He looked up as I walked in."Morning.""Morning."He looked at the pot and sighed."I think I ruined it."Despite everything, I laughed."You definitely did.""I was trying to surprise you.""I appreciate the effort.""I'll let Martha save us."He smiled sheepishly.

Amelia's POVLove doesn't always announce itself.Sometimes it arrives with flowers.Sometimes with apologies.Sometimes with years of quiet loyalty.And sometimes it looks like two men setting aside their pride for the sake of the woman they both love.I never imagined I would witness something like that.I certainly never expected it to happen because of a broken water pipe.---The Children's Creative Future Foundation had spent months preparing for its biggest fundraiser of the year.It wasn't just another charity event.It was a celebration of the children.Every painting on display had been created by a child who had discovered confidence through art.Some had lost parents. Some came from difficult homes.Some had never held a paintbrush until the foundation gave them one.I had promised every one of them that their work would be displayed.That people would come. That they would feel seen.For days, the children had counted down with excitement. So had I.I arrived at the exhib

Amelia's POVFor most of my life...I had been choosing other people.As a daughter, I chose to be the easy child.As a wife, I chose Ryan's dreams over my loneliness.After every miscarriage, I chose to hide my pain because I didn't want to make anyone else's grief heavier.Even after everything fell apart...I was still choosing everyone except myself.I just hadn't realized it yet. Lucas did.---The morning began with a message.Lucas:‘Do you have a few hours today?’I smiled.Me:‘I do.’‘A walk?’‘Always.’He replied with a location—a botanical garden on the edge of the city.It was quiet there; peaceful.A place where people came to escape the noise of the world.Lately, that was exactly what I needed.---The garden was almost empty when I arrived.Rows of colorful flowers stretched beneath the warm afternoon sun.Butterflies drifted lazily from one blossom to another.Lucas was waiting near a small wooden bridge, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket."You made it.

Amelia's POVThere comes a moment when life stops asking you to survive.It starts asking you to choose.For years, I had survived.I survived heartbreak.I survived three miscarriages.I survived loneliness inside a marriage that once felt like home.I survived becoming a stranger to myself.But surviving wasn't living.And somewhere between losing everything and finding pieces of myself again...Life had quietly brought me to a crossroads.Today, I needed to decide which path would become my future.Not Ryan's. Not Lucas's. Mine.---I left the house just after sunrise.I didn't tell anyone where I was going.Not Ryan. Not Lucas. Not even Martha.This journey was something I needed to make alone.The roads were almost empty.The city still yawned awake beneath a pale golden sky.As I drove, memories came without invitation.Some beautiful.Some unbearable.All of them had made me who I was.My first stop was the hospital.---The building looked exactly the same.The same glass entr