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As he closed the door, my son suddenly shouted loud enough for him to hear, “Daddy!” Henry froze for a moment, sticking his head out and meeting my son’s red-rimmed eyes. After a long silence, he finally spoke. “Drive safe.” This time, he did not correct Lyle. However, that was the last time my son would ever call him Daddy. That night, my son and I packed our bags and booked tickets to leave the country. We did not mention Henry again. The living room would no longer have a light left on all night, with two hopeful people waiting for him.

This time, I finally understood— Letting go didn’t mean we would never meet again. It meant I could see clearly and still walk away with peace in my heart. I was finally free.

"You let go first." Blood oozed from his hand. The knife was digging deeper—close to hitting tendons—but he still didn't let go. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I just wanted to die. In the end, I loosened my grip. He yanked the knife away and kicked it across the room. After my second attempt to end everything, he finally understood. I wasn't trying to get attention. I genuinely wanted to die. "Stop treating your life like it's disposable. There are billions of men out there. Why destroy yourself over him?"

The dance show began with a bang and there was a loud cheer from the crowd. It was a freestyle dance competition there was a lotta dance style to watch. Some were doing Salsa, Ballet, Jazz and Contemporary etc. Then suddenly they announced Andrew's name and it got my attention. Zayn's new single 'Like I Would' started playing and Andrew and Liam entered the stage and they started doing Hip Hop. It was really amazing. Their performance made the crowd go wild. Then they elegantly made a bow and said thank you and left the stage.

After that fiasco, Gus insisted on canceling the engagement, even threatening with his life. Jack reluctantly agreed. On the day he came to end it, Gus held his head high. "In the end, I'm the one dumping you." Looking at him, I remained silent.

She didn't look at me, only at Grayson, lifting her chin with a brave, understanding smile. "Goodbye. My mom and I are leaving now." The tears I had been holding back finally spilled. I turned quickly, discreetly wiping them away. Grayson grabbed my arm suddenly. "Alicia… she…" His face was full of shock, his pupils contracting as if he had seen something he couldn't comprehend. I seized the moment to pull away, my voice calm but final. "We're leaving. Goodbye, Mr. Ulrich." That was our last goodbye. That day, I took the passports I had prepared long ago, packed our bags, and booked tickets to Furlance. We didn't speak of Grayson again. Alicia even pretended lightly, talking about emailing M

James said again, his hand still raised. Slowly, the voices died down, and silence fell, though heavy with curiosity. James cleared his throat. “On behalf of the Spencer family, I want to sincerely thank everyone for honoring this invitation tonight. I also want to apologize for this little unprecedented uproar you just witnessed. But I assure you, it’s only a minor incident, nothing that should concern you deeply. For now, this occasion is officially dismissed. Everyone can return home safely. Thank you.” His words were calm but firm, and his composure brought a little order. Still, murmurs filled the crowd.

I can't run all my life because of them and Rafael. My therapist told me I have to stand strong and face my demons and even though they look very intimidating... I will never run. The song 'what doesn't kill me makes me stronger' comes to mind and I lift my head high, walk straighter and lock my gaze with their hateful ones. "What are you doing here?" I mentally applaud myself for how steady and strong my voice is despite the turmoil roiling inside me. "Is that how to speak to your father?" Fernando spits.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

He spun a tale of devotion, transforming the truth of a stolen engagement into a grand romance, a love that had been fated all along. Some young girls in the audience even wiped away tears. Then, the emcee glanced at Abby. He hesitated briefly before resuming his script. At that moment, the slideshow on the screen changed. The photos of the happy couple vanished, replaced by something else. Evidence provided by Jessica. A voice echoed through the venue, "Jess, you never should have been born. You can never win against me." "Oh, wait. I'm not the one who's sick. You are—the one with terminal stomach cancer. You don't have much time left, do you?"