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She called, her voice sad; Tylor turned to look at her, the gloomy look in his eyes showed that he already knew what she was about to say. ''I really love you. You're the best thing that had happened to me, but I've never seen you that way. I've never seen you as a love interest. I genuinely love you as my best friend and I've been avoiding you because I didn't want you to say it. It hurt me because I may lose my best friend in this entire world, but I have to tell you the truth. I'm very sorry.” Tristin was crying now, her face all red. She wished it didn't have to come to this, she wished he didn't love her the way he did. The pain cut through her heart, it was unbearable. Tylor felt his h

She grabbed Taylor’s ear and dragged her to the bed, forcing her to sit. “What do you mean he’s not her father?!” Helen hissed, her voice rising. “Taylor, what is the meaning of this?!” “I’m sorry, Mom…” Taylor muttered, eyes filling with tears. “I need explanations!” Helen snapped. Taylor took a shaky breath. “I’m in love with someone else, Mom. It’s Nathan. We never really broke up. He’s the one who got me pregnant… and I pinned it on Roderick so we could get his money for ourselves.”

“I only know that at some point, the idea of you not being in my life became something I didn’t want to consider.” I touched his wrist. “You really do hate not knowing exactly when something happened.” “Yes.” That made me smile. Harvey looked at me. “What about you?” “I knew before our first real date.” His eyebrows drew together. “You did?” “Yes.” “You waited that long to tell me?” “I wasn’t hiding it from you. I was trying to understand it myself.” I shifted so I could face him more fully. “Taylor asked me if I loved you. I told him yes before I had time to think about what I was saying. And afterward I realized it was true.”

Our happiness today was in no small part due to their love, support, and sacrifice. Thanks to them, we could now live the love story we truly deserved. _THE END_

Ivy By noon the next day, the video was everywhere. The retreat’s social media team had apparently received Lake’s submission—his final project, the one he’d been mysteriously working on late into the night—and after what must’ve been very intense deliberation, they decided to post it on all their platforms. The caption read: “Sometimes, the best love stories begin with a lie. Watch how this couple turned fake into fate. #TillAutumnDoUsPart.” It was a quiet Thursday. No one expected the storm that followed.

Talia was his, whether she accepted it or not. He'd seen her and loved her. He wanted her from the beginning but Talia always pissed him off with how weak and easy she was. All her approaches... Every single word that escaped her never sounded like a woman in love. She was one living for the sake of living. Her love for him was forced. And that's when he changed. When he grew mad. When Maria had visited him and told him the story of Talia having a cafe poor boyfriend that she gave up to be with him because of his life.

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion. Then, I heard his voice. "I wish for the same."

My throat tightened, the emotion creeping in like sunlight through clouds. “So, thank you,” I finished, looking at Ace. “For letting me steal our story and make it into something bigger. For being the reason I finally believed I could finish one.” The room broke into applause. Someone yelled, “Marry him already!” and I laughed through tears, shaking my head. Ace caught my gaze, blushing furiously, but smiling widely. In that moment, surrounded by laughter, love, and cat-themed chaos, I realized this was it. My story, our story, wasn’t just on paper anymore. It was alive.

Taylor cooed, rubbing my back up and down with affection. “But why does it feel like my heart is going to explode?” I sniffed “He was the only guy that ever treated me with so much love and care,” “Are you in love with your step brother?” Taylor whispered, and I nodded. “Oh my God.” Her eyes widened. “I know. I'm so stupid! It was supposed to be just sex. But…” I sniffed. “But I went to fall for him, and it hurts so much.” Taylor comforted me, rubbing up and down my back.

“Stupid bitch.” “That’s nothing compared to what I will do to you if you don’t watch your tone. Look at me Kev.” I waited until he did before I spoke again. “Let me give you a little piece of advice. I don’t lose. Not ever. You come after me or the woman I love again and I will end you-“ “You love me?” Twisting in my arms, Taylor gazed up at me. “Like really love me?” Bending down I pressed my lips to hers. “Yes Taylor Lawson I love you. I wouldn’t have wanted to marry you if I didn't.”