Chapter 11

Aurora's POVThree months later, in a remote border town so small it was hard to find on any map, I sat in a chair, basking in the sun.This was a world completely different from Ceyera Island.No gunshots rang out, and no fake pleasantries were exchanged. There were only leisurely days and the quiet changing of the seasons.My leg still hadn't fully healed, and it would ache faintly on rainy days. But that didn't stop me from pushing open the door of a little bookstore called "Missed" every morning and hanging out the sign that read "Open".The bookstore was run by Nicolai Greco, a young man who also bore the weight of his past and had come to this place seeking a peaceful life.The day I met him, I had been wandering along the riverbank with my suitcase behind me.As I looked down at the rushing, icy water below, I thought that settling down here to live out my days didn't seem so bad after all.Then, Nicolai appeared. He glanced at me and stared down at the river with a dead

Chapter 12

Aurora's POV"That doesn't count! I didn't sign the divorce papers! Aurora, you are my wife and the Donna of the Bianchi family! That will never change!"Leonardo finally lost control of his emotions, revealing his typical domineering and obsessive nature."Come back with me! I'll agree to any condition you want—any except leaving me!""Any except leaving you?" I chuckled softly and lifted my head to meet his eyes. "Leonardo, have you forgotten you already used up all 100 of the forgiveness credits long ago?"And I even deliberately gave you two extra chances!" I forcefully pried his fingers away, one by one. "We're even. Now, please, stop bothering me!""No, we're not!" Leonardo growled, his eyes burning red. "I'll spend the rest of my life repaying what I owe you! You can't just sentence me to death like this! Aurora, look at me. Not a single day in these past three months have I—""That has nothing to do with me." I cut him off, stepping back several paces to widen the distan

Chapter 13

Aurora's POVThe morning mist in this town always lifted slowly.I pushed open the wooden window on the second floor of the bookstore, and air tinged with the scent of grass rushed in.In this damp weather, my leg would ache a little more sharply. But it was still within what I could bear.From downstairs came the sounds of Nicolai arranging books, along with country music drifting from the old radio.It felt as though my life had been set to slow motion, every frame clear yet utterly mundane. I had long since put Leonardo's visit and the journal he had returned out of my mind. The journal, too, remained unopened.There was no need to keep looking back at certain parts of the past.While the town lacked first-rate medical facilities, there was a doctor who vacationed here from the city now and then. Under his care, I practiced walking slowly, much like a toddler just learning to take their first steps.Nicolai was always there quietly by my side, handing me a glass of warm wate

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