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I saw myself, in a beautiful dress, about to marry a man I had chosen with my whole clear mind and my whole healed heart. "Oh," Jade said softly, from the bench. Ashley stirred against her chest, made a small sound, settled again. "Oh, Monica." I looked at myself for a long moment. Two years ago I had been sitting in an office signing divorce papers with hands that wouldn't stop shaking. A year ago I had been a woman who slept with one eye open, who trusted almost no one, who had built a fortress out of independence because independence was the only thing that had never betrayed her.

I could feel the agony and grief clawing at me, begging to drag me under just like it had in my previous life. I remembered that feeling... I remembered it vividly. My eyes suddenly snapped open as a thought flashed through my mind. The grief that had been threatening to consume me abruptly stopped as something colder and darker began to rise from beneath it. My trembling fingers curled into fists as I lowered my hand from my mouth. I turned to Dr. Hayes. “I want to see Kieran.”

“If I keep apologizing to you from now till daybreak, I know it is not enough to dismiss the pain, heartbeat, and torture that myself and my family brought on to you.” “I wish you can appear in my mind and feel how sorry I am from the bottom of my heart.” “Truthfully, I have not known peace or what love feels like the moment you left me. Even after the securities lied to me that you had left, I did all I could to look for you. I hired personal investigators to find you but they all brought me negative reports, making it seem like you have disappeared from the face of the earth. No doubt my mom tipped them for them not to find you.”

That name was a constant reminder that he still held a part of her heart. "He was like a light that brightened my darkness. His handsomeness, kindness, and every other thing made my heart flutter with joy," Amanda sobbed harder, gripping Charles's shirt tightly. "I became a happy girl again with him, and when Kendall came into the picture, we were more than happy," "Everything was going so well," Amanda cried, her voice breaking as she clung to Charles. "...Until I discovered the worst about the man I loved. My world turned upside down that day,"

" I thought I had prepared myself to face these emotions. But as I spoke, the tears still betrayed me and fell uncontrollably. "Daryl, all that talk about loving me—it wasn't love. You're just unwilling to let go of me because of my status now. You don't love me—you only love yourself." The pain in my chest was unbearable. My voice cracked, and a hollow rasp echoed through my words. The emotional strain felt like a constant, gnawing ache. When I thought of the love I had wasted on him, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. Daryl finally looked up and said hoarsely, "Natalie, I'm so sorry. Madison was just a mistake—a naive folly from my youth. I know now who I really love. Please, give

She wrote of peace, air that no longer strangled her, liberty that ached but cured too. Her words no longer screamed. They breathed finally. And when she'd done, she slammed the notebook shut and wrapped it tight around her. Light burned low, rain a murmur, and in that instant, she knew: The Blackwoods had broken her, yes but here, in this quiet room of shattered walls and frayed curtains, she was piecing herself back together. Piece by precious piece. And despite the pain inside her, despite the fire of passion and love for Harrison that burned like an everlasting flame, she no longer choked.

Roman froze, his entire body stiffening at my sudden action. I closed my eyes, drowning in the unfamiliar sensation of his lips. Unlike Trevor’s, they felt rough yet warm, carrying a hint of smoky sharpness. I clung to the kiss, desperate, savoring the foreign taste of him as if it could fill the aching void in my heart.

The decision to embrace a future together, unburdened by the shadows that had kept us apart, marked the beginning of a healing journey—a journey that promised redemption and the rekindling of a love that had never truly died. In the gentle breeze that whispered through the city's streets, I felt a sense of renewal—a rebirth of the love that had once flourished in the shadows of uncertainty. The tears that welled in my eyes were not borne of sorrow but of the overwhelming gratitude for the second chance that stretched out before us like an open road.

He said he would never hurt her sister, he said he loved her. Aaron’s love was real. His actions toward her were real. Katrina had been living in delusion. May she had been jealous of her sister. He had always been in her heart. Katrina never got over Aaron. And now, she realized that her revenge wasn’t only because of the thought that he was her sister’s killer. Her revenge was also because of things that had happened in the past. Because of the rejection.