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Too Late, I'm Done Crying

Too Late, I'm Done Crying

Author: Pure Moon
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Chapter 1 One

Word Count: 1241    |    Released on: 30/10/2026

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ears did I let myself picture it, and yet here I was, s

folded in my handbag under a pack of tissues. Five years of nothing. Five years of his mother's eyes dropping to my fl

t on the cream dress he said he liked in our first year, back when he still said things like that.

nt of the hallway m

ell you." I pressed my hand to

mirror. I looked like a

he gate, then the car pulling into the driveway, and my heart started pounding so hard I felt it in my

oor o

d hanging on his side, her fingers locked in his, was a w

and phone screen I had ever scrolled past. Long glossy waves, wine-r

fron's face th

, not on any anniversary, not on one single night of the five years I had waited up for him. I coul

here. Holding her, pulling her in close

oice came out s

me with the candles and the cold food, and there was nothing in them. No

e his jacket and pulled out a stapl

gn

rder than anything anyone had ever said to me. My legs went weak. I looked do

my face with my right hand, fast, like I could hi

pped right to it and move

r me?" he sa

d a pen from his pocket and held it out, a plain black

re going to throw

. I wanted a lie, an excuse, even an insult, anything.

her arm around his neck and rested her shoulder against his chest. Her breast

g in me

wife. I cooked, I waited, I swallowed every insult your family threw at me. I kept believing you would change." I laughed, an

ough," Saf

aven

orced." Nyx's voice was sweet, almost friendly. She look

ed like

shut up. To say something, anything, in my defense, just once.

as my

. I thought about saying it out loud. I'm pre

ed little curl of her mouth, and at the man who hadn't

h to look at me, he did

I pressed the pen to the page and my hand stopped shaking. Just like that. I do

I signed it slow

he pen on t

something I couldn't read, and then it was gone. He

to the door. Nobody stopped me. Nobody said my name. Behind me Nyx laug

or I turn

aid. My voice was quiet, but it di

ike I'd told a bad joke. Then h

lked

fry a person alive, and my dress was stuck to my back before I reached the gate.

o my stomach a

e'd thrown away his child too, and I swore under that burni

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“For five years, Isolde Laurent gave her husband everything: her future, her pride, her silence. Saffron Cole, a cold billionaire heir, gave her nothing back but his mother's contempt. The day she finally learns she is pregnant, she cooks his favorite meal and rehearses her speech. He comes home with a superstar on his arm and a divorce agreement in his hand. Isolde signs with a steady hand, swallows her secret, and walks out into the burning sun with nothing but the life growing inside her. She swears he will never know. But Saffron's cruelty hides a lie of his own, and the woman who replaced her has plans that go far beyond love. As Isolde fights to survive, rebuild, and protect her unborn child, the man who threw her away begins to unravel. Some debts are paid in tears. Hers will be paid in blood.”