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"No, I can't. Because I don't love you anymore." The light in his eyes dimmed. "That's impossible! No, it can't be! How could you not love me?!" Daryl gripped my shoulders and shook me desperately. "How could you not love me…" Seeing Daryl in such a crazed state, I took out my phone and called the police. In the following days, I received the divorce agreement in Mirelia, along with a suicide note. I learned from friends back home that Daryl kept refusing to marry Madison. Because of that, Madison went mad and tried every possible way to torment him.

Her small sound, soft, steady, wraps around my heart like a vow. And I know, without doubt, this is the ending we were always meant to find. Not broken. Not lost. But whole. Bound together not by chains, not by pain, not by fear. But by love. I am wedcuffed. Yes and for the first time in my life, I am glad never to be incuffed from this. ____________________________ THE END___________________________

—F. His breath catches in his throat. The book falls gently to his lap, but his hands remain frozen, his eyes locked on those final words. In that one line, every unspoken thing she ever felt floods into him. Regret. Gratitude. Hope. And most of all—love. She hadn’t just disappeared. She’d rewritten the ending. Her way. On her terms. Her final twist. Lucas exhales shakily and rubs a hand over his face. Then, slowly, reverently, he cradles the book against his chest, as if holding her heart.

He had reopened her heart, giving her a second chance at happiness—a second chance at forever. The End. ****Special Chapter will be posted tomorrow****

Thank God she’s not been flirty today, her normal crazy behavior, I really don’t get why she and Jean got back together, not like I support broken relationship but my intuition still tells me she isn’t the right one for him. “Of course, I would not miss this event for anything.” “This decoration is perfect, your woman’s incredibly good.” “Ohh yes, Emerson did all these.” “Which Emerson? you mean Emerson, your ex? The same one from high school?”Marilla asked in surprise. “Yes, we reconciled and let love take the wheel all over again.” “You really did that? going back to your ex?” She scoffed and looked at me with disgust. I didn’t pay much attention to her words, no one opinion counted or mad

Extending my finger, I pointed at my chest, where my heart was beating. "Listen," I began. "This is the brand-new heart. Right now, it beats perfectly, strongly, and healthily." Clara froze. She looked up at me in a daze as the smile on my lips slowly vanished, and my gaze turned ice-cold. "But it's a shame. The Austin Duncan who loved you with all his heart, whose world shattered over a single word from you… died on that highway three years ago. Right now, there isn't any place for you in my heart."

“I haven’t written the ending yet.” “Is it working?” “I thought it was,” she confesses, tucking her hand underneath my T-shirt. Her hand is warm, and the way she trails it along the waistband of my jeans is doing things to me. “Before I came back, I was hoping it would work, but now I know that was hopeless.” “I read the book in one night. I couldn’t stop, even at times when reading so many of our moments together felt too heavy. The sun had come up by the time I made it to the ending. If you could even call it an ending.”

It was only after my death that I learned she had been the one spreading rumors online, calling me a spoiled leech and inciting those fanatics to kill me—all because she couldn't stand that Mom had given me those earrings. I supposed the Heavens had mercy on me and gave me a second chance at life. I stared at the earrings, glowing with that same eerie light, and smiled. I would give Stephanie the Soul-Sworn Earrings she wanted, but once she took them, there was no turning back.

My heart was the fullest it had ever been. END OF CHAPTER 74

I had once loved him with everything I had, but he never knew how to cherish it. Now that I had finally moved on, he came crawling back, begging for forgiveness. What a joke. I looked him in the eye and said coolly, "Declan, it doesn't concern me if Beatrice's sick or not. I won't easily forget what you did to me. Just leave. I do not want to see you again." Declan stared at me, eyes full of despair. He looked like he couldn't believe how heartless I had become. However, what he didn't realize was that the moment he chose Beatrice over me, we were done for good.