Epilogue

In the stillness of the night, Celine gazed at Nico’s face as he slept beside her. A faint smile curved on her lips, and in her heart, she whispered softly, “I have no regrets.” All the pain, the tears, and the heavy moments of the past now felt meaningful. The second chance she had given wasn’t about forgetting what once broke her—it was about having the courage to trust love again.

Celine knew not everyone was given the chance to rediscover love born from remorse and growth. Nico hadn’t just changed; he had taught her the meaning of holding on—that true love isn’t always perfect, but it always tries to heal.

She exhaled slowly, warmth filling her eyes. “Thank You, God,” she thought, “because this time, I love him without the fear of losing him again.”

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Two o’clock in the morning.

Outside, a light drizzle fell, creating a soft rhythm that blended with the whisper of the night wind. The bedside lamp still glowed faintly, casting a warm golden hue tha