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I had no idea if it was good progress or not. Reluctantly, I wiped a tear in my eye. No, don't get me wrong, I was fine or maybe I wasn't. The book I'd just read had the most beautiful ending. And I wasn't a big fan of happy endings, so me saying that was a big ups to the author of that book. I glanced at both stacks again. A good number of them were romance books and spoke about love and all and it was weird. Why? Because Noah gave them to me. Yes, the ruthless Alpha Noah. He was so against love and women entirely, so why did he recommend a handful of romance books for me?

Another novel inspired by my husband and his long-lost first love—the woman who married his brother instead. A “tragic romance.” A “love that defied fate.” A story the world simply refused to let rot in its grave. How touching. “The illustrations are so beautiful!” a girl beside me squealed, clutching the book to her chest. “I’m going to buy it and read all night.” Another chimed in, “I cried just looking at the cover!” Ser Lewis said nothing. Wise man. The shopkeeper finally noticed me. His eyes flicked over my clothes. He found them simple but well-tailored. Understated but expensive. His smile sharpened.

If you’d told me I could have —’ ‘Pain?’ she said as the lights came on. She blinked at him in the sudden glow of the lamp across the room and two more tears fell from her eyes. “There was no pain. I’m talking about the . . . the glory of it. It was so. . . magnificent.’ ‘Then why were you crying?’ ‘I wasn’t.’ ‘You were.’ He caught a drop of moisture that hung just under the edge of her chin, held it up on the tip of his finger for her to see.

I sealed my promise by kissing his forehead. "Please, stop crying because we are now together, and no power can separate us." I brushed his tears away and kissed him on both of his eyelids. We got absorbed in each other's eyes when he opened his eyes. I saw nothing but pain in his eyes and felt wretched as if someone had stabbed a knife into my heart.

Other shelves have folktales, and even romance novels. “Since when have this library being here?” I marvel at its sheer size, joy swelling in my heart before a sudden pang grips my heart. Damon, my love, may never be able to see this library with me. When he's gone, we won't be able to read together, eat together or make love. The realization hits me hard, and I cry harder, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Sinking to the floor amid the books, I let the tears flow, the pain of living without him seems unbearable.

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My thoughts quickly drift back to the stack of novels, and I reach for my tote bag, pulling out the first book my hand touches. Reading romance novels is not exactly good for my mental health, but I cannot seem to stop myself. They make me laugh, they make me cry, and sometimes they make me wish for something similar in my own life. But deep down, I know that is just a fantasy. I know I cannot have it, not now, maybe not ever.

A rush of excitement coursing through my veins reminded me that if the book reflected anything near my life, magic was within reach—I just needed to find the courage to grab it. The aftermath of Forbidden Desires wrapped around me like a thick fog, suffocating and disorienting. I had barely lifted my gaze from its pages when the final words struck me, like a hammer on glass, shattering my carefully built defenses. The love story between the characters was so beautifully woven, filled with fiery passion and heartbreaking separations, that their turmoil completely consumed me. A rush of tears streamed down my cheeks, catching me off guard, because I had never been someone to cry over fictional