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“How would you know that? You don’t know what I did.” “But I know you,” he continuously insisted. “I know you have a big heart. So big, and also so fragile. And I know our son knows that, too. That’s why, Christen… Please, don’t give up on us. Don’t give up on the future you wanted. The life you deserve.” He rested his head on her’s as he said that, hoping that even in this dream-like place, his warmth can be sent over to her. “Please, Christen. I promise you, no more tricks or lies. I just want redemption. A second chance. A real chance for a life with you. And a chance to fulfill my promise to you. You remember that, don’t you?” And that Christen did remember. For it was the line that was

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

However, I didn't want to be manipulated by you and Grandpa, so I…" He spoke earnestly, his voice trembling slightly. However, I didn't feel anything. That part of me who once loved Adrian so deeply had died long ago. I let out a bitter, mocking laugh and replied, "Adrian, haven't I given you enough chances? The more I forgave you, the deeper you hurt me. How do you intend to make it up to me? Can our ten children come back to life? "I've tried to explain countless times that I never drugged you. If you had taken the time to investigate, you would have known the truth long ago. Even when Derek showed you the evidence, you dismissed it as a doctored video. You are nothing but a selfish man."

“Nor have I. From the day we met, something had pulled me towards you. And it still does. Every time I’m near you, I lose my mind. That was why I used to spend my nights drinking at the club. I didn’t want to hurt you, Sydney.” I nodded, pulled him closer. “I know. Let’s forget the past and start afresh.” He rested his face on my neck to get a grip on his emotions. “I want to rekindle the magic. Are you still sore from your delivery?” He raised his head and looked at me. He cupped my cheek, gazing into my eyes with concern. My heart melted into a puddle. His simple question made me feel cherished. “No, I’ve healed. We can go ahead with what you have in mind!” I blushed when he raised an eyeb

“Stay on the edge of the abyss, survey the scene for longer than is tolerable, understand the precise contours of your feelings, the exact distance of their depth, the way the ground pushes against the bottom of your feet. Live!” I close my eyes and the book. Beatrice’s face lingers beneath my closed eyelids. The wind brings back her voice, “Start living. Find love.” My fingertips brush over the hard cover. I wish real life were a book. I doubt any character would be as stupid as me. The wind blows harder. I look up to see clouds swirling overhead, twisting, turning, and moving in every direction. It seems they will never stop. My heartache will never stop if I don't take a risk and start li

Home... Like a lost traveler who finally managed his way out of the storm and shadows to go back where he belonged. Sara breathed out the single word that resumed everything she was feeling, her heart ached with delicious pain, similar to the one she was feeling in her core, a sensation of welcomed intrusion that broke into her words softly, offering her love, passion, contain, and healing, it was the ache of having the glaciers melt off her heart for his love to reach it and heal it, caress it like one would do with their crying child to lure him into calmness.

“I’ve killed without blinking. I’ve watched empires fall and felt nothing. But this… this is tearing me apart. I can feel it—the hellfire inside me turning on itself, burning me from the inside the way it’s burning you. If I lose you… there will be nothing left. No fire. No rage. Just ash. And I will walk through every hell that ever existed just to find you again. I swear it.” I leaned down. Pressed my lips to her forehead—soft, lingering. Then lower, to her mouth—gentle, trembling. Then I moved to her stomach. Kissed the place where our child rested. One long, broken kiss. I felt the tiny heartbeat flutter against my lips, like a promise I couldn’t keep. “I’m sorry,” I whispered to the lif

Your hearts breathed life into these pages. To anyone out there still healing from betrayal, from grief, from the parts of yourself you’ve had to bury just to survive; I hope Juliette’s strength whispers to you in the quiet. I hope Damon’s transformation reminds you that redemption is always within reach. And I hope this story serves as a soft place to land, a reminder that you are never too far gone for love to find you again. This book was written for the dreamers. For the believers in second chances. For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect.

My tears fall silent over my cheeks as my grim reality reaps destruction in my soul. I’m so sorry, Angelo. In desperate need of comfort, I dig my cell phone out of my bag and open the chat I share with Angelo. I scroll to the very beginning and read all the messages we’ve sent each other. But none of them offers me any comfort. Instead, the texts break my heart. In this moment of devastation and darkness, I realize I wasn’t just in love with Angelo. I love him. I love him with my whole heart and soul. And I didn’t even get to tell him.

Madelyn whispered. Every memory she recalled from her past life felt like a dagger stabbing into her heart, subjecting her to endless torture. Even in this life, Madelyn could not find a way to let go of all the pain that Zach had caused her in her past life. To her, retaining all her memories after being reborn was worse than death. At that moment, the nurse happened to pass by and noticed Madelyn clenching her chest, visibly in pain. Thinking that something was happening to her, the nurse rushed over to check on her.