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While he plagued my thoughts and made my heart leap in joy many times, I couldn’t quite decide if that warranted a deep connection laced by love. I had once opened my heart up for someone, ready to accommodate him in my life and nourish him with my love, however, before it could come to that, a painful rejection was thrown in my place. In the wake of it, a part of my heart never recovered from the wounds, and had decided to never fall for such an enticement again. Ever since Marcus walked into my life, he had been tirelessly banging at that door, relentlessly trying to make his way into that corner of my heart, but it was much too hard.

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.

I knew he didn't love me. Even though I had loved him for ten years, I never had a place in his heart. There was always someone else, whether it was the secretaries who came and went each year or Nancy, his perfect match who had returned from abroad. He had always kept someone in his heart, but it was never me. I had grown used to it long ago. What could I do? My grandmother was still in the hospital, and I needed Sam. I needed his money. The thought of Grandma sent a sharp pain through my chest. Was she still unaware that I had died? Probably. Her illness made her memories slip away so often that she likely wouldn't even notice my absence.

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,"

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"

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

The whole city laughed at her humiliation. During the second wedding, just as Lennon picked up the ring, his phone rang. Jessie's cries came through. He dropped the ring and left without looking back. Later, Mabel saw him gently holding Jessie at the hospital. Jessie's finger was bandaged. Mabel realized then that a small scratch was enough for Lennon to abandon her. He was the one who once begged for her hand in marriage, promising to cherish her for a lifetime. Yet now, he was the one who hurt her the most.

My heartbeat thundered painfully, echoing in my ears like a drum signaling the return of something I had longed for without knowing it. Tears blurred my vision, and I couldn’t stop them. They ran freely down my cheeks as memories I thought were gone came crashing back—every laugh, every argument, every tender touch, every ache of the past. My mind was a storm, racing faster than my heart could keep up. I felt like I was breaking, yet somehow being mended all at once.

What happened next was not a strategic realignment. It was a collapse, and then a slow, painful rebirth. For a long time, there was only the raw, unfiltered noise of feeling. I wept until my throat was raw, until the storm of returned emotion had scoured me hollow in a different way. Kairi held me through it all, his own silent tears a testament to the cost of his desperate gamble. He had not just reignited my heart; he had shouldered the immense, metaphysical debt of rewriting a fundamental law of my being. He was pale, trembling with exhaustion, but he did not let go.

My eyes close, and tears fall. “Phoenix,” I whisper a name I haven't spoken in almost fourteen years. The pain of walking away from the love of my life comes flooding back, and it's almost too much for me to bear. Everything I forced myself to forget comes rushing back, breaking free and destroying me all over again.