Love's Last Gamble

g in her creations. The air was filled with enthusiastic whispers, and while words like "brilliant," "visionary," and "revolutionary" drifted around her, th

ing with the prospect of success, the silent pain inside of her persisted. She had been reconstructing herself for years, giving her every

rough the clinking of glasses. Delilah's pulse accelerated a

r. His towering body filled the doorway with strength and assurance. Sharp face, dark hair, a

fucking suit that she had once loved, and he still exuded the haughty indifference that had both captiva

was immobile, but every step he made felt heavy and pr

oke her name, "Delilah." Never before had

the whispered voices of the crowd. It was just him and her there, in

t of a thousand unspoken apologi

rself beginning to crumble, and the words he said were only a mirage. However, why now? Why, after everyt

s the last thing she

e glass's edge as though it could support her, she leaned against the chilly marble wall. With everyone's conversation now dwindlin

ere, b

lt herself, transforming her suffering into something strong and lovely. However, everything she h

used to live together. She could never forget the memories that accompanied those, though, such as the hollow

hing ready. However, things fell apart as the evening went on. The murmurs. The truth that had been concealed

would overcome it. However,

had to stop him from winning. Never again. Not after all that he had d

eration in his eyes as his gaze searched for her. That's when she sensed it. The

unsure of her a

e trying

her to get up and move. She was worn out. tired of being haunte

re. This time, it was harsher, pie

e leaving." He spoke in a

ah's heart. There was n

ff guard. The scars were too deep, the memories too recent. As if nothing ha

Cooper." There was a glimmer of something other than the

his presence overwhelming her. "Please," he uttered quietly. Listen to me, p

eness. All she could see, though, was the man who had betrayed

ing flickered, reminding her of the m

never meant to destroy you." "What I did was incorrect. And

eve him. She desired to grasp him, to inquire as to w

he said, her voice trembling with anger and con

hand extending for hers, slowly, hesitantly, as if testing whether she would pull away. She wanted

and pleading. "I still love

econd as her heart wrenched. Howev

t as she saw his eyes? Or

z back into my life after everything y

es to make it right," he

as he really sorry? Would sh

g her head. Cooper, you can'

ords, a part of her wondered if