All Chapters of Too Late to Keep Her: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Shut up!" my grandmother snapped, her breathing suddenly becoming labored.After we finally completed the bail procedures and stepped out of the police station, a crowd of reporters who had been waiting outside swarmed us."Ms. Jefferson, was it because Mr. Chevalier had neglected you for so long that you became lonely and resorted to forcing yourself on him?""Do you regret it? You forced your own sister away so you could marry into a wealthy family, stole the man she loved, and tore apart a couple who were meant to be together!""Do you think you got what you deserve?"Each question was like a poisoned arrow, pinning me to a pillar of shame."No! That's not what happened!" My grandmother struggled to shield me, using every ounce of strength she had to shout at the cameras. "Her sister was the one who ran away from her wedding! She eloped with her online boyfriend…"A shrill voice immediately cut in, dripping with mockery. "Ha! The apple never falls far from the tree! If y

And the reason he had been willing to touch me was absurdly simple: my sister had posted on social media, 'I miss the sea buckthorn juice my little sister used to make for me when we were kids.'He had seized on that as a bargaining chip, forcing me to fly thousands of miles away to the northwestern Hannal Desert.Every day, he monitored me through video calls and forced me to wash my hands more than a dozen times before ordering me to pick the thorn-covered sea buckthorn with my bare hands.He said the tools were dirty, so I was not allowed to use them. The tiny thorns pierced my fingertips. The wounds were too small to see, but the pain went straight to the bone.I picked sea buckthorn for seven days. By the end, both my hands were covered in tiny spots of blood, and I had barely managed to fill a small jar. Tristan personally took it overseas and presented it to my sister like a precious treasure.Sometimes, I really envied my sister.I had fallen for Tristan first, yet so

"Nonsense!" Tristan shot to his feet, the veins at his temples bulging as he roared into the phone. "Did a brick fall on your head, Logan? Can't you tell when she's trying to pull another stunt? She'll say anything just to get my attention! And you actually believed this pathetic act she put on with the hospital?"His chest heaved violently. As though he were trying to convince himself, his voice grew increasingly certain and furious. "She loves me enough to throw her own life away! She would never terminate her pregnancy! "She's trying to force my hand, using this despicable trick to force my hand! She's just jealous because I've been spending these days with Regina and ignoring her!"He shouted at his assistant, who was practically frozen with fear on the other end of the line. "If she won't appreciate kindness, then we'll do this the hard way! Go find Nicholson immediately and have him draft the divorce papers! I'll show her exactly what happens when she plays with fire! I

"Haven't you been demanding a divorce?" Donna's voice was cold. "There, happy? You're a free man now. From now on, I don't care if you want to marry this lying wretch or some random stray off the street! The Chevalier family has no place for a progeny like you, who can't tell right from wrong!"Tristan stood rooted to the spot as though he'd been struck by a spell. His eyes remained fixed on Sylvia's name written on the donation agreement. One overlooked detail after another surged into his mind like a tidal wave.The way Sylvia had repeatedly looked at him as though she wanted to say something but couldn't… The message he had dismissed as a lie… She had gone so far as to shield him from drinking, even when her weakened body—still recovering from the bone marrow donation—eventually made her vomit blood…He remembered how she had nearly fainted after having blood drawn, her body still needing time to recover and replenish the blood cells lost during the transfusion…Her pa

During a lull in the movie, my boyfriend picked up his phone and casually scrolled through it before letting out a soft scoff. "Some lunatic is livestreaming his search for his missing wife, and apparently it's become a huge sensation. He's looking for someone named Sylvia Jefferson. Funny, her name's the same as yours."I leaned over to take a look at the screen. The man on it looked disheveled and almost frantic, his expression bordering on madness. I frowned, but all I felt was genuine unfamiliarity and confusion. "I don't know him. He looks kind of pitiful, but what does that have to do with me? Turn it off. It's ruining the mood."…Tristan practically turned the entire world upside down before he finally found a trace of me six months later in a small seaside town.He rushed there, exhausted from the journey.He had imagined countless possible scenarios for our reunion. I might hate him. I might curse him out and tell him to get lost. He had even prepared himself to knee