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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

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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.

All fractured. Then she saw Tristan. He was walking away. But not toward the light. Toward the dark. And she heard his voice again. “Don’t forget me.” --- She opened her eyes in darkness. Cara was gone. The mirror was whole. And inside it—her own face. But smiling in a way she never had. She reached out. And the reflection reached back. --- Their fingers met. Not glass. Flesh. Warm. Alive. Yvette jerked her hand back, but it was too late. Her fingers burned—not with heat, but memory. Flash-cuts of moments she had not lived—lives she had not lived—rushed through her nerves like electricity.

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. ---

“No man who loves you does this, Raina.” I swallowed hard. I wanted to believe she was wrong. But somewhere deep inside, something in me was starting to crack. Because this wasn’t love. It never was. And as I lay in that bed that night, my body aching, my heart a thousand pieces… I realized something. I didn’t know what freedom felt like. But maybe it was time I found out.

He paused then, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time—not just the girl he once craved, but the woman who could burn empires to the ground and smile while sipping champagne. “You scare the hell out of me,” he whispered. “Good,” I said, walking toward him, pressing a palm to his chest. “Then maybe you’ll finally understand—this isn’t about revenge anymore. It’s about rewriting the narrative. I’m done being the one who got betrayed. I’m becoming the one who decides the ending.” His breath hitched as our bodies aligned again. “What if I want to be part of that ending?” he asked, voice raw. “Afterall, we both want Alejandro destroyed.“ He added.

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I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.