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" I thought I had prepared myself to face these emotions. But as I spoke, the tears still betrayed me and fell uncontrollably. "Daryl, all that talk about loving me—it wasn't love. You're just unwilling to let go of me because of my status now. You don't love me—you only love yourself." The pain in my chest was unbearable. My voice cracked, and a hollow rasp echoed through my words. The emotional strain felt like a constant, gnawing ache. When I thought of the love I had wasted on him, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. Daryl finally looked up and said hoarsely, "Natalie, I'm so sorry. Madison was just a mistake—a naive folly from my youth. I know now who I really love. Please, give

It was the same woman he had rejected and hurt back then but now, he was the one who was holding her so closely and didn't even want to let go. "Do you really not hate me for that?" he asked in a soft voice as he played with a strand of her hair. "And if that is so, then why not? Are you really that nice to forget about how I treated you?" He wondered why he was driven by impulse last night. He abandoned reason and surrendered to the passion that had erupted between the two of them. He was regretful about last night but also satisfied. He knew chaos was gonna erupt after this but he chose to ignore it. He couldn't overlook the undeniable satisfaction and attraction, so he didn't mind rekindl

, he continued, his tone low and serious. I gazed at Liam, utterly astonished by how someone I just met could be willing to do so much for me and my daughter. My heart swell with emotion and my mind slipped into the past. Memories I thought I had forgotten resurfaced, I remembered the countless times I had tried to make Harrison love and care for Mia, but it was all in vain. Yet now a total stranger is willing to do everything for her, my eyes dropped, my lashes veiling the hurt that still lingered.

After four years she thought that she was finally over him but now after seeing him again even if it was only for a few minutes, all the feelings that had been buried had risen again. All the feelings of anger, stinging betrayal and her love that had kept her from leaving him for so long had made a reappearance and now her mind was in chaos. She wanted to treat the encounter with indifference, just like she wished to treat Jonathan, like a stranger but she couldn't do it. She remembered how her heartbeat had increased when she had seen him and how her skin had suddenly become hot when he had held her hand even if it was just for a second.

I snorted and cried again. The pain would not go away even if I cried. Hendrick Kavanaugh's POV The moment I saw her in that ball gown, she took my breath away. Tara took my breath away countless times. She made my dead heart alive again. After my girlfriend betrayed me by eloping with my cousin, I couldn't bring myself to love again. But the moment I met Tara and had spent time with her. My dead heart came alive. I couldn't make a move on her because she was already engaged at that time.

“Ryan! He resurfaced from the water and gave me a smug smile the moment he saw me. He pulled himself out of the pool, and my eyes instantly landed on his toned muscles. I quickly looked away when my heart started pounding again. Nothing had changed. My heart still longed for him despite everything he had done. Why was my heart this foolish? “Hey, Love. Did you miss me? I tossed the folder onto his chest, making his smile fade. His brows furrowed while his jaw tightened.

He growled and it immediately dropped like a bombshell at the back of my head. That wasn't the kiss I was expecting! No scratch that.... This is Rejection!!! I have been rejected by my only chance for survival! I knew that there was no way my bad fate had been rewritten. The only thing that filled the pages of the book of my life was tears, tears and more tears. My heart shrunk and it felt like my heart was being ripped into pieces by an unknown hand. And without a wolf to reduce the pain, I felt like I was about to die.

Pain. Sharp, tearing, relentless. Her chest burned as though her soul was splitting apart all over again, as it had the night he rejected her. She cried out against his lips, her body trembling, knees buckling. For a breathless heartbeat, she thought the kiss was killing her, ripping apart what was left of her broken spirit. Her wolf writhed inside her, weak, howling in agony. And then…something shifted. His wolf surged through the bond, fierce and unstoppable, pouring strength into her cracks, flooding her emptiness. The agony twisted, melted, then ignited into heat. Into light. Her wolf roared alive…not broken, but reborn.

I pulled it down and flipped through the pages filled with tales of love, loss, and the strange magic that binds us all. It felt like the book was meant for me. --- That evening, I curled up with the book and a cup of tea, losing myself in stories of women who had lost parts of themselves — and found them again in unexpected ways. With every page, I felt less alone. Maybe my pain wasn’t unique, but it was mine to heal. --- Days turned into weeks as I immersed myself in writing and self-reflection. I reconnected with old friends, met new faces, and slowly rebuilt the fragile pieces of my heart.