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Because it was a reminder — that people change, that relationships heal, that the past doesn't have to be a prison. Emilia is getting married. Celeste and I are building a life. Mireille is learning to paint. Hana is learning to rest. We're all learning. And that's the point. End of Chapter 145

He quickly turned back to his companions. Myriam shook her head. Elsa’s idea was absurd, unthinkable. “I don’t know if the procedure will work. We’ve tried… and my body’s wearing down,” she sighed. “One more time,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. She felt her marriage depended on that child. She kept drinking, trying to drown her sorrows in liquor. Almost staggering, she headed to the bathroom. On her way out, she was intercepted by a very handsome, gallant man who leaned in to whisper in her ear and pointed toward another gentleman at a nearby table.

Rania stuttered until her tears dripped from the pain in her chest. "It's okay, and the healer will heal it later... calm down, dear..." Benedict tried to stay calm beside his hysterical wife and daughter, who had seizures again in his arms. His heart ached, but the Healer arrived quickly, and everyone was ordered to stay outside while he was healing.

I was done with their expectations and their failed attempts at arranging my life. From this day forward, I would forge my own path, and no one would stand in my way. The fire of revenge burned bright within me, and I would stop at nothing to protect what was rightfully mine. As I drove back to the mansion, tears streamed down my face, blurring the road ahead. A sense of defeat and desolation washed over me, suffocating me. Kelvin's betrayal was a blow I never saw coming, a wound that cut deep into my soul. I had thought our marriage was a union of two imperfect people working towards a better future, but now I realized I was alone in that endeavor.

"I was just being realistic with her," Rem shrugs and gives me a long look. A heavy look, "We're a special case. I mean, if everyone found their fated mates so easily, we’d overpopulate and take over the world." "And I know he’s right," Cassie tries to smile but her lower lip starts trembling, "So I kept thinking... now that you're on a better place with Rem, you're probably going to stay with him and move in with him. And I-I don't want to be all alone again. So I'll just take anyone at this point..."

I remarked casually before entering the house without another word. Later, Grandpa informed me that Matthew needed time to consider about the engagement. Jeffrey might have almost forgotten that he had a cousin named Matthew. Hector had a daughter who gave up her inheritance rights and became a police officer after falling in love with a policeman. Later, both of them died in battle on a mission, leaving only one son behind. Hector and his daughter had argued over her marriage. After his daughter's death, Hector was filled with remorse. However, Matthew grew up alone since childhood and rarely returned to Zachary Residence.

Though he wasn’t against it since he and his friend which is Noah’s father were eager to get their son and daughter married, he couldn’t help but wonder why they suddenly wanted to marry now. “I want to make amends for all of the mistakes I’ve made. Not only for the sake of our business, but also to help Noah avoid being forced into a marriage with the woman his father chose for him.” Celene answered, not wanting them to know that revenge was her main motive for this remarriage.

My back hits the thick quilt covering my bed, and I whimper as Shawn pulls away, looking down at me with a mixture of longing and fear in his eyes. “Are you sure about this?” his voice is bathed in fear, and I can practically see how fast his heart is beating from the pulse point on his throat. “Make me forget him, Shawn.” My voice is low and hoarse. “I want you.” “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words?” Shawn hisses through gritted teeth, his strong body hovering over mine. My fingers found the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it over his head. My eyes catch the script tattoo on the inside of his arm, and it’s the final nail in the coffin that now houses my marriage with Jame