That night, Rosemary couldn’t sleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, Adrian’s face appeared—warm yet painfully familiar.
His words echoed in her mind: “I will never let you go again.”
She didn’t know whether to believe him. Her heart hesitated, torn between fear and longing.
Somewhere inside her, the wall she had built for so long began to crack.
Rosemary got up and stepped out to the small balcony.
The night breeze carried the faint scent of rain. She gazed up at the dark sky and whispered,
“Please… don’t make me regret this again, Adrian.”
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The next morning, her small boutique was once again filled with customers.
Rosemary arranged fabrics on the shelves while Adrian helped move boxes from the back.
He worked silently, but his presence filled the room with quiet steadiness.
