Todos os capítulos de He's Still in Love with Me... But I'm Married. What Do I Do?: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The afternoon sky turned a violent, dark grey as heavy clouds rolled in from the open ocean, swallowing the remaining sunlight. By five o'clock, a fierce, driving rain battered the thick glass of the community center windows, turning the gravel driveway into a churning bed of mud. The sea wind howled against the heavy oak timbers of the bluff, whipping the ocean into white, crashing waves below.Inside the kitchen, the iron stove roared against the growing chill outside.Elowen stood at the broad counter, rapidly slicing dried apples for a night pie. Her movements were quick, but her mind was restless. Every time a strong gust of wind slammed against the back door, her hand paused, her dark eyes darting toward the window. Against her wool dress, her gold locket felt heavy and cold against her chest.The heavy latch lifted, and the back door burst open.Cassian stepped inside, pushing hard against the door to shut out the howling gale. Rainwater poured in thick streams off his black oi

The late afternoon sun hung low over the horizon, painting the calm ocean surface in rich shades of molten gold and deep amber. By four o'clock, the cool autumn breeze carried the sharp, sweet scent of burning oak wood and dry pine across the bluff. The storm from the night before was now a distant memory, leaving the air clear and remarkably still.Inside the community center kitchen, the long wooden table was filled with fresh food.Elowen stood at the counter, her dark hair pinned back neatly with a simple carved wooden comb. She wore a deep burgundy wool skirt and a cream-colored cotton blouse. The gold heirloom locket rested snugly against her throat, reflecting the warm glow of the oil lamps hanging from the ceiling beams. Her hands worked with practiced speed, mashing boiled potatoes in a heavy earthenware bowl with butter and fresh milk.The back screen door clicked open, letting in the cool sea air.Cassian stepped inside carrying a thick wooden crate loaded with clean, dried

The crisp autumn air carried a sharp, sweet chill that rustled the red and gold leaves clinging to the heavy oak branches behind the community center. By six o'clock in the morning, the sky over the open bay was a soft, glowing peach color, casting a long golden light across the calm water. A heavy frost covered the high grass along the bluff path, sparkling like silver in the early sunlight.Inside the kitchen, the large iron stove hummed with a fierce, crackling birch fire.Elowen stood at the wooden table, her long dark hair neatly pinned up with a simple wooden comb. She wore a soft green wool dress and a clean white apron. Around her neck, the gold heirloom locket rested snugly against her throat, catching the light from the oil lamp hanging above the counter. Her hands moved quickly, mixing flour, lard, and fresh cold water in a heavy brown ceramic bowl to make pie crusts for the noon meal.The heavy iron latch on the back door clicked, and Cassian stepped into the room.He carr

The sky over the bluff turned from deep indigo to soft crimson as dawn broke over the ocean at six in the morning. A light breeze stirred the high grass near the cliff edge, carrying the crisp scent of pine needles and damp salt water. Frost covered the granite rocks along the path, sparkling like tiny diamonds in the early daylight.Inside the kitchen, the heavy iron stove roared with a fresh birch fire.Elowen stood at the wooden table, wearing a dark blue wool skirt, a grey sweater, and her clean white apron. Her dark hair was neatly braided and pinned behind her ears. At her throat, her father’s gold locket rested warm against her skin. Her hands moved swiftly as she peeled sweet red apples, dropping the sliced fruit into a heavy iron pot to simmer with cinnamon and clove.The back porch door clicked open, letting in a cool draft of morning air.Cassian stepped inside, carrying a large wooden crate filled with dry kindling and split oak logs. He wore a thick grey flannel shirt wit

The dark clouds that had gathered over the ocean by four in the afternoon finally broke as twilight settled across the bluff. Heavy flakes of thick, white snow began to drift down from the leaden sky, dusting the dark green pine needles and sticking to the freshly gravelled driveway. A sharp, biting wind howled off the water, rattling the wooden shutters along the north wall of the community center, but inside, the air was warm, sweet, and still.In the spacious kitchen, the giant iron stove crackled with a steady, fierce hickory fire.Elowen stood at the center island table, wearing a burgundy wool dress with a clean white apron tied snugly at her waist. Her dark hair was styled in a soft braided crown, and the gold locket around her neck reflected the warm yellow light of the oil lantern hanging overhead. She was busy shaping sweet yeast dough into heavy round loaves, her flour-dusted hands moving with practiced, rhythmic speed.The heavy iron latch on the back kitchen door lifted,