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I continued walking toward the car. The pain of leaving Simone behind weighed heavily on my heart, but I knew it was for the best. Despite me changing my mind and knowing what I needed to do, she needed space to process what had happened and time to heal before we could move forward together. And while part of me wanted to stay and convince her, I also knew that she deserved a chance to find her way without me hovering over her every move.

As I reached my car parked on the street, I took one final look back at the house, opened the car door, and slid inside. My hands trembled as I reached for the key in my pocket, suddenly feeling a deeper understanding of love's weight and complexity than ever before.

My mind was clouded with regret as I drove back to the city. Lights from houses where families lived happily deepened my sense of regret as what I was losing really sunk in. How could I have let Simone go like this? I couldn't deny it: I was an idiot.

I was an idiot who needed to fight for her and our family. I couldn’t give up yet. I would give her the space she asked for, butI fiercely held on to the hope that we would find our way back to each other.

Chapter 29

Simone

Ispent a few more days with my mom but knew I had to go back to Boston and back to Hugo. After a few chats with Mom, I knew that we now had a baby to consider, and that baby needed both of us. If Hugo was willing to try, I needed to give him that chance.

It was clear to me, because as I watched Hugo walk away that night, I realized deep in my bones, I loved him and would always love him. And despite my venomous words, I knew with work and time, mostly time, I could learn how to trust him again.

So, I got on the train, my thoughts consumed by the man I couldn't forget.

I decided to go see him at his townhouse, but the moment I stepped in, I could feel the tension in the air. It was as if every object in the room held a piece of our unfinished story. Despite our earlier disagreements, deep down, I longed for a romanticrelationship with Hugo. One that went beyond our current boundaries.

When I opened the door to his bedroom, I saw Hugo made a work area at the foot of his bed and there he was, hunched over his laptop. He looked up in surprise when he heard the door creak open, and our eyes locked for a moment, both of us frozen in place.

"Simone," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

"Look, Hugo," I began, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice. "I know we've had our issues, but I'm here to make things right. I want to be with you, and I hope that you will still take me back."

He stood up from his desk, his brow furrowed as he studied me, searching for any sign of deception. "You really mean that?" he asked cautiously.

"I do," I replied, closing the distance between us. "I know it’ll take some time and effort, but I think we can find a way to move past all of this. I love you, Hugo."

Hugo hesitated, then sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Simone, I've been a fucking mess without you. If you're willing to give us another chance, I'm all in."

Relief washed over me like a tidal wave, and without thinking, I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a fierce hug. His arms encircled me tightly, and in that moment, it felt as though everything was falling into place. I had missed smelling him and feeling him. This felt better than I even imagined.

"Promise me something, Simone," Hugo whispered into my ear as we embraced. "Promise me that we'll always be honest with each other, no matter how hard it gets."

"I promise," I whispered back, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "No more secrets, no more lies. Just talking."

We stood there, holding each other in the dimly lit space, our hearts beating in unison. It felt like a new chapter in our relationship. The chapter where we figure this all out.

"Let's start fresh," Hugo suggested, pulling away slightly to look me in the eye. "From this moment on, we're a team, okay? We face everything together."

"Okay," I agreed, my voice thick with emotion. "Together."

"I love you, Simone. More than you'll ever know."

"I love…" but I couldn't even finish my sentence before his mouth covered mine, hungrily trying to show me his heart. I felt it, as I answered with deep longing. It had been too long. We both knew what we almost lost, and although everything wasn't perfect, we were going to try to be imperfectly perfect together.

My fingers teased the back of his head. Oh, how I missed the soft strands of hair and fully enjoyed stroking them, pulling him closer to me. He moaned in response, and it wasn't long before the temperature between us skyrocketed.

The dimmed lighting and soft music playing in the background only heightened our desires. My pulse quickened as Hugo guided me toward his bed, laying me down carefully as his muscular body hovered over me. His mouth hungrily grazed my neck, sending warmth down below. His hand rested on my thigh, his thumb drawing slow circles on my skin. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but the fire within me was growing stronger.

"Fuck, Simone. I can't take it anymore," he muttered, his breath hot against my ear. I looked into his eyes, dark pools of unbridled lust, and nodded my consent.

Our lips crashed together, tongues dancing in a battle for dominance. Every touch, every caress, only served to fan the flames of our passion. In a flurry of movement, the clothes were off, leaving us exposed and vulnerable.

I couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Hugo's naked body, his muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin. My eyes weredrawn to his engorged cock, standing proudly at attention, and I felt a surge of arousal course through me. I felt my way down his side, feeling his soft skin pulled tightly over his rib cage, held in place by muscles trained to perfection. My hand skimmed the side of his perfect butt cheek; god, it was a tight handful, and I pulled him close and opened my legs to him. His arm stopped us from fully touching, finding its way between my legs, caressing my thigh and moving upward.

"You’re so wet for me," he groaned as his fingers found their way between my legs, stroking my swollen clit before delving into my slick entrance. The sensation was electric, causing me to buck my hips in pleasure.

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