No More Regrets BooK 1 of the Redemption Series のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Sade’s POVOn her way home, Sade pulled out her phone and texted Adamo:Sade: Guess what? I’m officially a single woman.She followed it up with a meme of Beyoncé dancing to Single Ladies. A moment later, her phone buzzed with his reply.Adamo: Damn. Did he make a fuss?Sade: Not really. Just the same old bullshit. He tried to say I lied during our vows, that when I said “for better or worse,” I didn’t mean the “worse” part. Basically accused me of only sticking around for the better.Adamo: That sounds familiar.Sade: Right? His mom told me he said that before. He really needs a new excuse.Adamo: So, where are you now?Sade: At home, about to cook dinner and relax before you get here.Adamo: Which home? We have two.Sade: Your dominant residence.Adamo: Alright. Want me to bring dessert or something?Sade: Nope, I got that covered. Just bring yourself.Adamo: Say less. Love you, babe.Sade: Love you too.She locked her phone and exhaled deeply. Divorced. The weight of it settled ove

Marco's POV Marco sat stiffly on the couch, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and my jaw clenched. The office smelled like sandalwood and vanilla, the scent oddly calming, but his muscles remained rigid. Dr. Rashida Knight sat across from him, clipboard resting on her knee, pen poised but motionless. She had learned not to write too soon, not to break the moment when a patient was on the verge of speaking.“You’re quieter than usual, Marco.” Her voice was steady, patient. “But you’re here. That counts for something.”Marco exhaled sharply, rubbing his hand over his face. “I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing here.”“You do,” she countered. “You just don’t want to say it yet.”He let out a humorless chuckle, his fingers tapping restlessly on his arm. “I’ve sat in this chair how many times? I don’t talk, I don’t share. I just sit here like a dumbass waiting for the clock to run out.”Dr. Knight leaned forward slightly. “And yet, today feels different.”Marco shook his head,

Marco's POV Marco sat in the familiar leather chair across from Dr. Rashida Knight, his therapist for the past three months. He had come to appreciate these sessions more than he thought he ever would. Therapy wasn’t something he had considered before, well not seriously but here he was, showing up religiously every week, and to his own surprise, actually benefiting from it.Dr. Knight folded her hands in her lap, her dark brown eyes steady but kind. “So, Marco, how have things been since our last session?”He exhaled slowly, rubbing his jaw. “Good. I mean, as good as they can be. Communication with Sadé has been… steady. Not perfect, but we talk. She’s keeping me updated. We’re not fighting. I respect her space, and she lets me in just enough to keep me from feeling like a stranger.” He smirked, running a hand over his fresh haircut. “She’s renovating the house. Our old home. New furniture. Everything’s brand new, like a fresh start. She’s really making it a home for her babies.”Dr

Isla's POV I am not saying this meeting is a waste of time, but this meeting is a waste of time. Marco, the one who called this whole thing, looks better than he did before Sade left him. He’s filled out in all the right places, got that confidence back, and damn if I don’t still want him just a little. I shouldn’t, but I do. I can admit that to myself at least.Shane, though? Shane is a good man, a great father, responsible and reliable. But I don’t love him, well not anymore. I love what we built, I love our kids, but him? I’m not in love with him. I’m just here for the kids, making sure we can all be civil for their sake. The problem is, Shane is so... vanilla. He always has been.Maybe it wouldn’t bother me so much if I didn’t know about his little addiction to OnlyFans. He thinks he’s slick, but I’ve seen the charges, the late-night screen glow when he thinks I’m asleep. I never cared enough to bring it up, because what would I even say? ‘Hey, I know you’d rather pay to watch so

Two years had passed in the blink of an eye. May had arrived, bringing with it a warm breeze and the laughter of children as the backyard of Adamo and Sade’s newly expanded home transformed into a carnival. The scent of buttery popcorn and cotton candy filled the air, mixing with the distant sound of a clown’s horn honking as kids ran between booths, playing ring toss and bobbing for apples. This was a celebration for Daisy and Dominic, who were officially turning two, and no expense had been spared.Contrary to popular belief, Marco had changed. The firecracker temper had settled into a slow burn, and the reckless decisions of his youth had been replaced with an earnest desire to be present for his children. Especially for Marco Jr., who had just entered junior high, and fifth grade was the start, and Marco was determined to be the father his son needed at such a critical time. Kamari, on the other hand, was blossoming into a bright, charismatic young lady with a vast circle of frien