All Chapters of A Love Once Lost: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Welcome to the official, fully revised edition of A Love Once Lost! Before you dive into the journey, please take a moment to read through this author’s note, content advisory, and legal disclosure regarding the history and official distribution of this work.About the Story and Publication History: This book holds a deeply special place in my heart. I first began drafting and creating this concept back in 2019, making it my very first original story. For roughly 6 to 7 years, early drafts and various iterations of this story existed on Wattpad under a different title (Lost Love). Over those years, the plot underwent continuous development—it was edited, rewritten, unpublished, and republished as my craft evolved.Please note the following regarding its background and availability:Previous Availability: It was previously shared on Wattpad purely as an unmonetized draft for free reading.Wattpad Withdrawal: To prepare for a fresh, professionally polished launch, I have completely with

Anastasia Greene Johnson I was so disgusted when the alarm went off for the third time and the sunlight hit my face. Monday. A darned Monday. Again! My arms messily reached to grab my phone on the bedside table. I barely opened my eyes and turned the alarm off. 5:00 in the morning. I screamed internally. Darn it! The same hectic day again. There were days I wished I could just quit the job whenever I wanted but then I remembered Ruslan’s face. . . every time. I flipped the comforter away, the cold February air leaving me shivering. Dragging myself off the bed reluctantly like every other day, I quickly completed my usual workout routine, pilates and stretches. It left me gasping for air and a bit warm in the coldness of February. After the comforting hot trail of the shower water washed down my sweats and exhaustion, I finally felt a bit motivated to continue with my day. I picked a warm oversized sweatshirt, a pair of faded blue baggy jeans and a crochet scarf that

Anastasia Greene Johnson If there was one reason I always wanted to run straight back home from work, rather than going out with my colleagues, it was my little boy. Because my mother’s heart couldn’t bear the thought of leaving my baby alone at home to go out hollering with my crowd, especially because Ruslan also couldn’t stay alone at home for long without me after school. If I was even a minute late, he started panicking and crying even though he would never admit it outright. With a smile on my face, I pressed the door-bell. And within just a fraction of seconds, he opened the door and aggressively hugged my leg.“Mama! I missed you so much!” he squealed. I chuchkled as I scooped him in my arms and went inside the apartment, shutting the door behind me. “Aww. . . I missed you too, honey.” I kissed his forehead and cheeks.“I was gonna call you if you were a little more late.” He whined, making me instantly check the time. Crap. I guess I got a little bit late today, then?