All Chapters of Too Late To Win Me Back, Mr.Blackwell.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Nora’s POVThe alarm went off at five in the morning, my body felt as though it were anchored to the bed. Every joint throbbed with a dull ache that had slowly become my constant companion over the past few months.I sat up on the edge of the bed, resting my head in my hands for a long moment, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Beside me, the sheets were flat and untouched. Adrian hadn’t come to bed last night; he had stayed down in the study, or perhaps in the guest room where Isla was staying. I didn't ask. In our marriage, asking questions had long since become an unpardonable offense.I forced myself up, put on my robe, and walked down the quiet, dimly lit corridor to the kitchen. Cooking was the only routine I had left. For eight years, I had prepared every breakfast and ensured that the Blackwell household was spotless. It was a habit born of a desperate hope that if I made myself useful enough, if I was dutiful enough, Adrian might one day look at me with something resembling w

Nora’s POV I stood in the dimly lit corridor outside the living room, my hand hovering just an inch from the door handle. My left forearm was still tightly bound in stiff, white gauze, and every small movement of my leg sent pain up my side. I clutched my right hand over my chest, feeling the weak fluttering of my heart. A fool’s hope—a tiny, pathetic hope I thought I had smothered years ago—was somehow still glowing inside me. I was telling myself a story, the kind of fairytale a drowning person invents before going under for the last time. Maybe if they see me like this, I thought, my knuckles white against the door. Maybe if Adrian sees how broken I am, he will remember who I used to be to him. Maybe Natalia will see her mother hurting and feel a child’s instinct to reach out.I wanted to give them one last chance. Not for my sake, but because a part of me couldn't bear to leave this earth believing that the eight years I gave them had meant absolutely nothing. If there was even a

Adrian’s POV The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dining room. I sat at the head of the table, adjusting my platinum cufflinks as the faint, rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.My mind was still tangled in the chaotic mess from yesterday. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of the spilled soup and Nora’s pale, tear-streaked face flashed behind my eyelids like a recurring nightmare. I hadn't slept well at all. I had spent half the night staring at the ceiling.I loved Nora. I really did.No matter how cold or distant I acted, no matter how hard I pushed her into the background, the truth was that I still loved my wife. She was the woman I had chosen eight years ago, the woman who had stood quietly beside me as I climbed to the top of the Blackwell Group, the woman who had given me my daughter. But love in a family like mine was never simple.Nora had always been far too emotional, far too fragile for this world. She didn't understan