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

The chauffeur had been waiting at the airport entrance for quite some time before driving me slowly toward Sycamore Manor.Cameron Jennings had given me that manor as a gift back when we got engaged. Although five years had passed, it seemed that nothing much had changed since my departure."It looks about the same as when I left… though the sycamore trees do seem a little taller."Cameron let out a soft, gentle laugh on the other end of the call. "Trees grow slowly. You shouldn't notice that much in five years. People, on the other hand… I heard those three went to the airport to meet you. You don't sound too happy. Did they upset you?"I pressed my lips together, a sliver of irritation rising to the surface. "Not really. I just don't understand them. Cameron… why do people change so suddenly?"There was a brief silence before I heard him sigh softly and say, "Grace, sycamore leaves never turn yellow all at once. That's the same when it comes to people."I didn't respond. Instea

I glanced at Jace. Then, I lifted my glass and took a small sip, brushing him off. "Jet lag. I just got back to the country. I'm a little tired."Simon, who had seated himself across from me, leaned over and handed me a slice of cobbler, smiling gently. "Have some. It's good and your favorite peach cobbler."I knew he was trying to ease the tension between us. I reached out and accepted it, but didn't eat right away. Instead, my gaze drifted to Brooke, who was taking small, delicate bites of her cobbler across from me.She ate quickly, though still moving with a certain refinement. However, a bit of cream accidentally brushed against the corner of her lips without her noticing.Simon noticed almost immediately. He shook his head fondly as he picked up a napkin and carefully wiped it away for her.Simon had always been good at making desserts.Back then, I would pester him endlessly whenever I craved something sweet. I wouldn't stop begging until he made it for me. He never got an

Cameron wasted no time coming to my side and reaching out to me, subtly prying Jace's fingers away from my wrist. "Mr. Walker, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Grace's husband, Cameron Jennings."Jace's eyes widened, his entire body freezing in place. The storm in his gaze shifted, slowly and with difficulty, from Cameron's face to mine.I nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Jace, this is my husband, Cameron."Then, I lowered my head slightly and gently stroked Zachary's soft hair. "And this is my son, Zachary."Jace looked as if he had been shattered by that statement, his voice tremulous as he breathed, "Grace… y-you're really married?"Behind him, Adrian, Simon, and Brooke in her tear-streaked glory hurried over as well.Evidently, they heard everything as the expressions on all three of their faces mirrored the same stunned disbelief.Adrian's mouth parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing left his lips. Simon's composure cracked into visible confusion be

"Mm." I answered lightly, almost casually. "I'm doing very well now. My personal brand will launch its first skincare product next spring. The lab results look excellent, so I'm confident in it. My husband, Cameron, is gentle and strong. My son is sweet and sensible. "My life feels complete with the two of them by my side."As I spoke, I watched the faint glimmer of hope in Jace's eyes dim, little by little, until it went out completely."As for the past… I hardly think about it anymore. Even my memories of how it used to be have grown blurry. Sometimes, I can't tell whether those things really happened, or if they were just part of a very long nightmare."A breeze lifted the ends of my hair. I raised my head again and looked at Jace calmly, offering him a small, relieved smile."As for those things we said when we were young, about us getting married, about us staying together forever… Jace, you didn't take them to heart. So, neither did I."I promptly turned and sauntered away

The sun shone brightly yet gently on our last day at Sycamore Manor.Most of our luggage had already been packed as we would be taking the private jet back to Westeria early the next morning.When the housekeeper knocked and entered, there was a hint of uncertainty in his expression. "Ma'am, a Ms. Brooke Lent is here. She's at the door and says she would like to see you."I was a little surprised, but I nodded. "Let her in. I'll be there shortly.""Yes, ma'am."Brooke and I sat facing each other. I lowered my gaze, letting it pass over the dark coffee in front of her before speaking softly to the maid standing nearby. "Replace Ms. Lent's coffee with chamomile tea. If I'm not mistaken, she doesn't like coffee."The maid acknowledged and left.Brooke was clearly taken aback by my words. A complicated emotion flickered across her face before she lowered her eyes and said quietly, "Thank you, Grace."The tea was brought in quickly.Brooke wrapped both hands around the warm cup but