All Chapters of Winning Her Back : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Daniel stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring at Olivia. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. She had refused to leave. Not because she didn't understand him. Not because she had nowhere to go. She simply didn't want to. At that point, he knew this was going to be more difficult than he expected.“Olivia,” he called firmly. “I'm not asking you again.”Olivia slowly turned around. “You don't have to.”“What does that mean?” he questioned. “It means you can keep asking.” She answered and turned, walking back toward him. “But my answer won't change.”Daniel's patience was disappearing. “You are making this much harder than it needs to be.”Olivia laughed. “No, Daniel. You made it hard.”He frowned. “I brought you here because I needed help with Ann. That's all.”“That isn't what you told me.” Daniel went quiet. Then, Olivia folded her arms. “You told me your marriage was falling apart.”Daniel

Daniel had not planned to find it. That was what made it worse. It happened late at night. The house was quiet. Kiel was already asleep, Daniel's parents had gone to bed, and Ann was in the bathroom preparing for bed.Daniel walked into their bedroom looking for an important document. He opened the drawer beside his side of the bed. He found nothing. He checked the wardrobe. Still nothing. Then he remembered Ann had recently moved some things into the cabinet near the window.He walked over and opened it. Several folders were stacked inside. Daniel moved them aside. Then something fell. A small, dark-colored notebook landed on the floor. Daniel bent down and picked it up. There was no name on the cover. He turned it over. Something about it felt familiar. Then, he went on to open the first page. His heart stopped as he saw Ann's handwriting.Daniel stared at it. He knew he should close the book. He knew it was private. But curiosity pulled him forward. He read

Ann stood by the bathroom door, staring at Daniel. The diary was still in his hands. For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. Then Ann's eyes moved to the open page.She knew exactly what he had read. Her face became pale. “You read my diary.”Daniel lowered his eyes. “Yes.”Ann's lips parted, but no words came out. She looked hurt and Daniel had seen that expression several times. At the company event. When Olivia had stood beside him. When people had mistaken her for someone else. But this was different. This time, Daniel knew exactly why she was hurt. “I didn't mean to—”“You shouldn't have.” Her voice was quiet.Daniel nodded. “I know.”Ann walked toward him and held out her hand. “Give it to me.”Daniel immediately handed it over. She closed it and held it against her chest. Daniel stared at her. “I am sorry.”Ann looked at him. He wanted to say more. But every word seemed too small. “I didn't know.”

Daniel remained standing in the middle of the empty room. The silence was almost unbearable. His eyes stayed on the envelope in his hand. He had already read the first line. But somehow, he was afraid to continue. His fingers tightened around the paper.Then he unfolded the letter again.Ann: Daniel,He swallowed. Then, he began to read. Ann: I don't know if I will ever find the right words to explain why I left.Daniel's chest tightened.Ann: I know you apologized. I heard everything you said. And for the first time in a long time, I believed that you understood at least a part of what I have been feeling.He stopped. His eyes burned but he continued.Ann: I want you to know that I am not leaving because I hate you.Daniel closed his eyes briefly. The sentence hurt more than he expected.Ann: I wish I could say I hate you. Maybe that would make this easier. Maybe if I hated you, I could

Daniel stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the ingredients spread across the counter.Chicken. Vegetables. Rice. A bottle of cooking oil. Three different spices. And a recipe on his phone that looked far more complicated than it had any right to be.He frowned. “How hard can this be?”He had watched Ann cook countless times.She would move around the kitchen effortlessly, preparing breakfast while reminding Kiel to get dressed, answering Daniel's questions, checking her phone, packing Kiel's lunch, and somehow remembering whether Daniel preferred his eggs soft or fully cooked.Back then, Daniel had barely noticed. He had simply expected the food to appear. Now, standing alone in the kitchen, he realized he didn't even know where to begin.He picked up the knife.Ten minutes later, he was still struggling to cut the vegetables properly. “This is ridiculous.” He checked the recipe again. “Dice the onions.”