520 Fifth Novels & Stories

We’re all still for your wedding with Dawn. Justin replied with a voice message. He sounded like he was smiling when he said it. “That’ll depend on Dawn.” Then, he sent another voice message, but this time, it was Dawn’s voice. “Hm… In that case, this year!” At the end, there was a soft, playful squeal from her. My heart started pounding violently. I gripped the phone so tightly it felt like I might crush it in my hand. Then, I opened their private chat. It was filled almost entirely with Dawn’s resentment toward me and Justin comforting her.

His throat made sounds he could not control. And from his trembling lips, between ragged breaths, fell two words. "Jade... my Jade..." In that moment, a part of my soul died completely. The seer had been wrong. It was not the fifth year when Alistair would betray me. His heart and his body had already split apart long before. The next day, I still insisted on ending the bond. But Alistair refused to sign. Every evening, he came home on time. He brought a bouquet of pink roses—my favorite. He thought flowers could erase everything.

One of the pink diamonds, I recalled, was auctioned at the price of two hundred million dollars just last month. Clearly, Sam came prepared. Nicole's heart was filled with joy, and she pressed a kiss on Sam's cheek. "Wow, these all fit me perfectly! And did you think that I wouldn't notice that twenty was the number of years we've known each other? You're so thoughtful! "Hey, don't tell me you've been plotting to marry me ever since we were kids!" She acted coy, feigning anger, and Sam just smiled and didn't say a word, but his gaze said it all.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life, buried in my system. But I don't know what I want to become." I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "I think it's too late for me." He laughed at my plight before carefully removing my hands from my face. "It's never too late, Bee. You can't know what you want to become overnight." "But, I will be twenty-five soon. Twenty-five and jobless. Twenty-five and dreamless. Twenty-five and passionless. I don't know if there is a word like that. But Twenty-five and oblivious don't sound so good."

"Home to where?" "Our home," Antonio said, his voice growing urgent. "We'll start over. For our 52nd wedding, I promise you, I'll be there this time. I won't leave your side for a single moment. I'll treat you better. Everything I owe you, I'll repay it all. Cecilia, I'm begging you." I looked at his haggard face, his reddened eyes, and the desperate hope in his gaze. Then, I gently shook my head.

“Or… if you want… stay a bit longer and we’ll go straight to my apartment. Don’t worry, you can shower there and all that.” “No… no, better come pick me up. Tonight will be clear… full moon,” I whisper, barely audible. I notice Sam’s eyes widen in surprise. He looks nervous. “Today… isn’t today March 19?” he stammers. “No, sir… it’s the 20th.” “Impossible!…” he mutters, jumping in his chair. “I remembered something… will you teach me tomorrow? I have a very important commitment today,” I add, adjusting his tie as if suddenly suffocating.

"Five years ago, I was merely a shadow of your past. What makes you think I would come back?" My head was filled with questions and doubts. He fell silent. I could see the fear in his eyes, the fear of losing me for a second time. But I was no longer the same woman I was five years ago. I was no longer the woman who waited for him to turn around and see me as I was, not just a vessel for his old memories. "I know I don’t deserve a second chance. I know I’ve hurt you in the cruelest way. But I regret it, truly regret it. I’ve spent five years searching for you, hoping to atone for my mistakes. I... I still love you."

“Girl, you just broke the internet and the age barrier.” Rory wiped his brow. “My blood pressure ain’t built for press conferences.” Theo was already posting clips. “Hashtag TheFifthVow is trending! Ma, you’re literally the face of romantic resilience.” “Lord, help me,” Ava said, collapsing into a chair. Marcus crouched beside her. “You okay?” She nodded slowly. “You know what’s funny? I thought being seventy meant people stopped talkin’ about you.” “Turns out,” he said, “they were just waiting for the good part.”

He was off on a film set with Renee. She'd called him, desperate, telling him she felt awful. His response? The same as always. "Wait for me. I'll be back soon." He didn't come back until the fever had already broken. It was always like that. Broken promises, over and over, until all the letdowns blurred together. After one brutal fight, he swore he'd change. Promised he wouldn't leave her for Renee again. She'd given him five chances. This was the fifth.

Chapter 52: Roles ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 25 - 2027 ║ ║ Wednesday║ (D - 1) Before the Commencement of Olympia's Cup║