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she asks. take a deep breath before telling her that we ended things. She immediately wraps me in a comforting hug, sensing the sadness that still lingers within me. She gently reveals that she heard from Cassian’s personal assistant—he’s back in France and had all his unfinished paintings shipped there. The news hits me like a fresh wave of grief. After we finish shopping, Hailee looks at me with concern. “Do you want to go out for drinks later? I don’t want you to be alone tonight.”

He was very well known and loved by alot of people. So practically everyone was feeling his loss. I have not since Michael since that day though he called multiple times but I intentionally ignored his calls. He was probably all loved up and in Rachael his lovers arms right now. She has probably even moved in with him already. I didn't need him rubbing that in my face Shaking off those bitter thoughts ,I got into the shower to freshen up and prepare for the day. I went to pick up Noah from Micheal mums place. Noah was looking sad,what is it my love?

I'm too chicken-shit to say the words because this world is about to destroyed. "I understand, Jessa," Brixtius once again shocked me. This time for his kindness. "I'll give you all the time you need to heal," his eyes full of hope. "Thank you," I answer, my eyes starting to glisten from tears. Why is love so damn draining? But time is not on our side...

He had sworn that Susie was just a fling, but here he was, letting her and everyone else destroy her piece by piece. Everyone around her was shouting, but Lisa could only see him. The light in her eyes dimmed until there was nothing left—just emptiness. Suddenly, it all felt pointless. The anger, the explanations, the humiliation. None of it mattered anymore. She no longer wanted to be the proof of Nick and Susie’s love, no longer wanted to be part of this cruel story. Bracing herself against the pain, she pushed herself to her feet. Nick didn’t stop her. She began to walk toward the door, limping with every step. The glass shards beneath her heels cut deeper with each movement, but she didn

Okay? I was at a complete loss as to what to do next, so I did what I always do. I talked. Not like she'd know what I was saying as I asked her if she was hurt. But she moved as if to visibly check for possible injuries. That was odd. She turned her head back to look at me and I stared into her eyes. They were captivating, dark blue with steaks of a lighter, brighter blue. They looked intelligent, like she could understand exactly what I was saying and wanted to know more.

The sterile scent of the used bookstore, usually comforting balm, did little to soothe the raw ache in my chest. Chloe and I had spent the better part of the afternoon sifting through dusty tomes, a desperate, perhaps even futile, attempt to distract me from the gnawing void left by the farmer's market encounter. But even amidst the forgotten stories bound in leather and paper, my mind kept returning to Earnest's vacant eyes, Victoria’s triumphant smirk. It was a loop I couldn’t break, a song of sorrow I couldn’t tune out. My new resolve, the hard-won clarity of purpose, felt fragile, like a thin sheet of ice over a deep, dark abyss.

When I stepped outside, however, only the bodyguards' car waited at the gate. "Nick, something came up on my side," she said over the phone. "You go ahead. I'll be there soon." I did not expect anything from her. Without hope, there was nothing left to disappoint me. The deep winter wind cut across my face like a blade. I felt no pain, just as I felt nothing for Gwyneth. Disappointment led to despair, and despair left nothing behind that could hurt me. The car stopped in front of a private club. I frowned but stepped out anyway.

Too much. CRACK. The glass shattered in his hand. Whiskey spilled. Blood followed. Dripping down his fingers. But Adrian didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even seem to feel it. His eyes stayed locked on the photo. On her. On everything he had lost. As blood and whiskey mixed on the floor, Adrian whispered hoarsely, “I should have chosen you.” ***

Abigail's POV - Days flow steadily, like a calm river winding its way through life's landscapes. I sit at my desk, penning down words that weave stories of love and heartache. Fragrance of Love, my most successful novel to date, brought the intoxicating aroma of success into my life. Now, I'm immersed in crafting its sequel, Fragrance of Love Season 2, hoping to give the love it couldn't find in the first part—a story mirroring my own life's journey, finding its path to happiness.

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