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The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the city ours. I kissed Marco’s forehead, Mamá’s cheek, Alexander’s lips, Lila’s scarred hand. “It’s over,” I whispered, voice breaking. “We’re free.” But the subway grate hissed one final time. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in Javier’s handwriting: VOLUME V: THE FINAL HEART. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

Anna. Nothing hurts more than rejection. Coming back to San Francisco was never part of my plan, but here I am, standing on the cusp of a life I once knew so intimately. The city’s foggy embrace feels colder than I remember, or perhaps it’s the chill of my own bitterness seeping through. My intentions are clear: reclaim Nathaniel. The news of his engagement to someone named Megra hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I knew I had to act fast.

Eleonor wakes up in the morning, feeling pain all over her body, as if a truck had run her over. Yet, the pain in her heart managed to be even more excruciating. She cried as she had never cried before in the first few hours that followed. As the dawn came, her rational side came out, and she realized that there was no reason to feel so miserable. Doesn't she hate Reviello with all her might? Yes, that's how it should be. She shouldn't feel the loss of her heart by him. It's beyond doubt that he's a heartless man.

I had never seen anyone so shameless before. Wendy nodded and fixed me with a deliberately naive look. "You were the one who yelled at me and hurt my feelings, but I'm still willing to forgive you if you buy me that Chanel handbag, Yvonne." Christian nudged me lightly before I could even respond. "Wendy is being so understanding, so you should just hurry up and agree to it, Yvonne." I felt a dull ache in my chest from the sheer anger.

Shutting the door behind me, my eyes moved to the file in my hand and I felt like another knife was stabbed through my chest. "Can I survive without Kaden?" My hand moved to my chest, gripping my clothes tightly as the pain coursed all over my body - where do I go from here? How do I start over - an orphan who fell in love with a man she was never supposed to fall for Tears rolled down my cheeks as my legs gave out beneath me making me crumple to the floor - it was just too much My eyes darted to my hand as my phone buzzed, I immediately stiffened back my tears staring at Julia's name on the caller ID

By the time I got to the part where he had humiliated me by not showing up at the engagement party, my tears were trickling down, but surprisingly, I didn't feel that much pain in my heart. Time indeed worked wonders. In just a matter of days, I had already gotten over Carl. "I know. You don't need to feel bad. I chose to marry you. You couldn't have forced me into it," Henry declared. "From the time I used to tease you as children till now, my feelings for you have never changed." He pulled me into his arms and comforted me. Instantly, my frazzled heart stilled. It felt like I had finally found a safe harbor of my own after floating around for over 20 years.

I walked in, my heels clicking on the floor, and took a seat on the couch. As I settled in, I sighed deeply, already feeling so nervous. "About last night... won't you talk about it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "We... We seemed like the perfect, loving couple, Caspian." Caspian sighed softly, his eyes avoiding mine. "About that... can we forget it?" The words cut deep, and I felt my heart constrict. A wave of pain washed over me, leaving my chest tight and heavy. My eyes stung, and I struggled to breathe.

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

“Ah… she makes such a perfect anchor. A heart heavy with guilt. A soul soft enough to mold.” Yvette gritted her teeth. “Then I’ll cut the tether.” He stepped forward—only his mirrored self. “You’d have to tear her apart to do that.” “Not if I reach her first.” He extended a hand through the glass. “I can give you what you want. One life. Peace. Power.Purpose.” “I already have purpose.” She reached into her coat and pulled out the small, charred silver charm—her mother’s last keepsake. “You gave me trauma. But she gave me this. And with it—”

Staring up at the ceiling, I recited the words I wished I could voice aloud. How I longed for his name to appear in the news again, just to know he was still alive, still breathing. How vividly I remembered the crack in his voice when he first whispered, "I love you"—not as a declaration, but a fragile secret shared only between us. How, even now, despite the aching gap between us, I felt an undeniable urge to lean in whenever he stood a little too close. This realization repulsed me more than anything else. ---