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His apology now was nothing more than a shallow feeling of guilt, and I did not need that. What I wanted was to be with someone who loved me unconditionally. Someone whose entire world revolved around me. I pulled my hand away from his. "Not a chance! Let’s just get a divorce. Even without Megan, we would’ve ended up here eventually," I said coldly. “Is there really no chance for us? Please Cat...” He looked at me with wounded eyes. "Can’t we start over? Just give me one more chance." "That’s impossible, Matthew. Don’t try to act all loving and caring—it doesn’t work on me anymore."

The door slams in my face. My knees give out on me, and I sink to the ground. I place my hand over my aching heart and stare at Beau's front door. Did that really happen? If this is a nightmare, I want to wake up now. This is too much for my fragile heart to bear. I can't believe Beau doesn't love me. It was all a lie. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I cry my heart out right there in the hallway. My heart is so broken, I don’t know how I’ll ever piece it back together.

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

"And you… you’re not going to hurt me? He smiles, clutching both sides of my cheek. He comes so close I can feel his breath on my face. Then, he plants a chaste kiss on my forehead. He lingers, not pulling away. I close my eyes, a million memories of Lucas flash before me. Oh Goddess! How can my heart hurt this much? "I could never bring myself to hurt you. I’ve had too many nightmares of how I treated you. I’ve ripped my heart out a dozen times in regret for rejecting you. You are my life, Elara Moore. Please take me back.’’

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."

Sadie walked through the rain, feeling numb. She knew what kind of person Chad was. However, she was still stupid enough to believe his lie tonight. She even dared to think he still cared a little about her. In the end, it was nothing but his scheme. He was unscrupulous enough to squeeze every drop of value she had for his gain. Sadie had drunk a lot and got wet in the rain. She had gone through an emotional rollercoaster, and she finally fell apart as she passed out on the ground.

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“I’m saying that I’d like to, and I’m asking you if I can.” Nick gazed at her, his throat getting tighter with every passing second. He nodded, since speaking was impossible at that moment. She nodded back, then dropped her eyes to his left leg. So impossibly gently, she ran her fingers down his leg, ran them over his knee, ran them over the rounded end of the stump. She skimmed his scars, her touch as light and soft as a butterfly, followed the curve of flesh and bone. Her touch was healing and giving and generous, and Nick could have sworn that he felt her love for him just pouring out through her fingertips. She was accepting him in ways and to depths that Nick hadn’t dared let himself ho

"Then let's go end this—together. For your father, for us, and for everyone Marcel has manipulated." Alex pressed his forehead against hers, the weight of his father's murder and the magnitude of what they faced momentarily overwhelming him. But in Sonia's eyes, he found the strength to continue. His wounded heart—broken by betrayal, lies, and loss—began to heal in the presence of her unwavering devotion. "Together," he whispered, sealing the promise with a kiss that defied all of Marcel's manipulations.

He was a man who had survived, but he had not lived. Their eyes met across the room, a chasm of pain, of betrayal, of an unyielding, unforgiving love. The shock, a physical blow, stole the air from Amara’s lungs. The history, a brutal, beautiful, and devastating reality, washed over her like a tidal wave. The pain, a cold, constant knot in her stomach, was a constant reminder of her love. The unresolved passion, a fire that had been extinguished by betrayal and grief, was now a full-blown inferno.