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Chapter 75; A second chance weekend

Author: E.J kate
last update publish date: 2026-05-07 22:24:56

Alex

I woke up to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains.

For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel the heavy weight of regret pressing down on me the moment my eyes opened. Instead, there was a quiet hope humming in my chest. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, half-expecting another day of silence from Bella.

But there it was.

Her message from last night:

If the offer still stands, I’d like to come spend the weekend with you and Emily. Just let me know when and
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