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With All My Love

With All My Love

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-10-21
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Language: English
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Contemporary

Steamy

First-Person POV

Goodgirl

Brave

Protective

Second Chance

Pregnant

Forgiveness

"You didn't just make mistakes, Annabelle. You left me. You didn't look back. And now you think you can just show up and fix it?" A runaway past. A desperate return. And a secret that will change everything. Annabelle Bliss built her life on a lie. For five years, she has found peace in the quiet comfort of her books and her son, Henry, safely tucked away from the small town of Pittstown and the painful memories she fled. When Annabelle receives a final, devastating letter from the second mother who gave her everything, she is forced to return to the one place she swore to never see again. Now, every step on Pittstown's familiar streets brings her closer to the man she left behind: Patrick, the intense, unforgettable boy who grew into the man whose heart she shattered. Patrick doesn't know the truth about her departure. He doesn't know that the little boy who accompanies Annabelle is his son. When Annabelle and Patrick finally collide, the secret she kept to protect them threatens to destroy the only thing more powerful than their six years of separation: the fierce, undeniable love that started it all. Can a love that was fought for survive a truth that promises to break them forever?

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59 Chapters
Prologue
The trailer was cold, but not a single speck of dust remained. I had spent three weeks scrubbing, rearranging, and throwing away the remnants of a life I no longer wanted to remember. Every corner, every surface, every shadow had been meticulously cleansed, stripped bare of the grime and sorrow that had accumulated over years. The air, though no longer thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation, still held a faint, lingering chill, a persistent reminder of the emptiness that had once permeated these four walls. I had believed that with enough bleach and enough effort, I could erase the past, sanitize the memories, and finally, truly, move on.The cracked floor still bore the ghosts of my past, the place where I had once broken. It was the exact spot where fists had rained down on me, a relentless assault that had left me bruised and battered, not just physically, but deep within my soul. The splintered wood, even after countless hours of scrubbing, seemed to whisper tales of a
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One
2015 Present ~ Annabelle 24They say the past always finds a way back to you, creeping in through forgotten corners as a reminder of what once was.Sometimes it bursts in, uninvited, leaving a mess behind. I’ve learned to accept the peace of not knowing everything. I tell myself I prefer it this way.But the undeniable always returns. The past demands to be faced.It was a slow Wednesday afternoon at the bookstore. The bell above my door, a tiny owl chime, pulled me from arranging new books. I glanced at the clock. It was 2:40. Shit. I had to pick up Henry.Maybe if I left now, I’d make it. But just then, the bell chimed and I heard tiny footsteps rushing toward me."Mama!" Henry's voice rang out. He dashed in, Mickey Mouse backpack bouncing, nearly knocking me over as he hugged and kissed my cheek. It was his last day of school. He was happy. I wasn’t. I love my son, but peace is a gift.His messy hair reminded me of the haircut battle we’d been waging for weeks. Every time I came ne
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Two
By the time we got home, it was dark. All I could think about was sleep, but the letter burned in my mind. The kids scattered; Henry tugged off his shoes, and Carly talked a mile a minute. I made my way to the kitchen, trying to calm my nerves.“Hey, I got dinner!” Natasha called, walking through the door of our shared three-bedroom apartment.The apartment had been our dream from the moment Henry turned three. He needed his own space, his own little world, and we’d worked tirelessly to save enough to upgrade from the tiny two-bedroom we’d shared for the first two years of his life. It wasn’t fancy, but it was ours, and it felt like home.“Did you hear me? I got pizza!” Natasha said again, her voice rising with mock impatience.“Oh, thanks,” I replied, stepping out of the kitchen. The letter was still in my hand.“What’s that?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she spotted it.“I got a letter,” I said, my voice hesitant.“Yeah, I can see that. What’s it about?” she pressed, her tone cu
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Three
1999 ~ 9 years oldThe crackle of fireworks echoes around her, a distant, mocking symphony to Annabelle’s hunger. It’s the Fourth of July, but the festive cheer feels like a cruel joke. While other families spread blankets on the park grass, their laughter mingling with the bursts of color in the sky, Annabelle crouches behind a gas station, scavenging for scraps.A gnawing emptiness consumes her, a hunger that goes beyond the ache in her stomach. It’s a hollow space where warmth and security should be. Her fingers, stiff despite the summer night, dig through the greasy layers of a discarded trash bag.The stink of stale beer and cigarettes fills her nose, clashing with the sweet, smoky scent of fireworks. Finally, her hand closes around something a half-eaten burger, the wrapper sticking to the cold, congealed patty. It’s stale. It’s pitiful. But she doesn’t hesitate. She devours it in desperate gulps, the taste of processed meat a luxury after days of nothing.A sound snaps her out
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Four
Present ~ AnnabelleThe town hadn’t changed much in six years. As I drove down familiar streets, I gripped the steering wheel too tightly, anticipation mingling with a sense of dread. Natasha sat beside me, watching the scenery and my face for any sign that coming back was a mistake. In the back seat, Henry slept soundly. I wondered if he would ever have to confront the same shadows I left behind.The ice cream shop still featured its pink-and-purple colors, with the striped awning swaying in the breeze. The high school looked the same, with its red brick and big windows. Even the roads had the same cracks, scars etched into the pavement. But not everything stayed the same. A glass building where the old hardware store used to be looked out of place.I tried to focus on the road, but I could feel Natasha watching me. “You gonna tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, or do I have to guess?” she asked.I exhaled. “I’m fine.”She snorted. “Right. Because you look so fine right n
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Five
I sighed, sinking onto the couch beside her. “Susan was… she was like a second mother to me. When I had no one else, she was there for me when the accident happened. She helped me grow into the person I am today.”Natasha’s eyes widened. "And you haven’t heard from her in years, and now she just sends you this letter?”I nodded. “She sent it two years ago, Nat. I don’t even know if she’s still alive." The thought plagued me as deeply as knowing Betty might still be at the diner. The realization hit me anew. “She’s dying, Nat. Or maybe she’s already gone. She has cancer. She sent me this letter, and with it…” I paused, pulling the deed out of the envelope. “She gave me a building. She bought it for me to have my own bookstore.”Natasha blinked, her shock evident. “Wait, what? She bought you a building?”I nodded again, my fingers trembling. “It’s in Pittstown.” The room had gone quiet then. Natasha stared at me, clearly grappling with what to say. Finally, she asked the question that h
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Six
The last time I remembered, Pittstown only had about two motels, so when I searched for housing, one immediately caught my eye. Years ago, it had been a rundown place. But after driving around for what felt like forever, I finally spotted the newly revamped building. At the entrance to the three-bedroom apartment, a woman stood waiting, twirling a set of keys. Her vibrant purple hair stood out, and her name tag read Isha.I clutched my printed confirmation and stepped forward. “Hi, Isha,” I said, my voice slightly hoarse from the long drive. “I booked the three-bedroom apartment for a month.”She nodded. “Yep, you’re all set.” She handed me the keys and pointed down the corridor. “It’s the floor unit. Fresh renovations, great view. You’ll love it.”Just then, Natasha walked over, balancing a couple of bags and holding Henry’s tiny hand.Isha smiled warmly. “Well, you all enjoyed your stay. And welcome to Pittstown.” She climbed into a small Subaru and drove away, leaving us standing i
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Seven
2002 Past ~ Age: 12The old bike Annabelle had borrowed from Jesse was crumbling beneath her, the chain grinding with every turn of the pedals. The wind whipped against her face, tugging at her hair, as she gripped the handlebars tightly, determined to ride that day. Jesse had promised her a gift if she could beat him in a biking race down toward the lake where they always hung out.But Missy had other plans.The second the two friends tried to take off, a small figure came barreling after them, her tiny legs pumping as she wailed, “You didn’t wait for me!” She was short for an eleven-year-old.Jesse groaned into the air, already exhausted before they could even start. “Missy, you can’t come. We’re going to be riding fast.”“I can ride fast!” she insisted, stomping one foot against the pavement.Jesse glanced at her tiny pink bike, the training wheels rattling against the ground, and deadpanned, “No, you can’t.”Missy scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. “So?”Annabelle sighed
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Eight
2002 Past ~ Age: 12~December 23rdJesse and his family had left for the holidays, leaving Annabelle utterly alone. The trailler was quiet, except for the cool air that seemed to sweep through in unpredictable waves of cold and slight warmth.She didn't know where her mother was. She didn't know where her father was. But she did know they weren't coming back tonight, or even in a couple of days.The hunger was too much. She hadn't eaten all day. The house was desolate: no food, no heat, and nothing alive, just the smell of dust and an empty fridge that hadn't held much in months. She needed to eat. But she had no money, nowhere to go, and no one she could trust without practically begging.But she did know where she might find food: Betty’s Diner.It was four miles away.The walk was grueling. The cold air stung her exposed skin like a thousand tiny needles, numbing her fingers and making her teeth chatter uncontrollably. Her breath hung in the air, crystallizing with each exhalation.
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Nine
PresentThe laughter rolled over me like a summer breeze, but it was the sharp, acrid scent of cigarette smoke that clung to the air, unsettling in its familiarity. I watched Cassidy talking to the people in front of her, her own laughter smooth and effortless. She continued to turn and stare, making sure her dark eyes met mine.Never knew you smoked.A familiar tightness gripped my throat, a sensation that seemed to carry whispers of the past. Just as I felt the edges of old scars tingle in memory, Henry's tug on my arm and his small voice pulled me back to the present.“Mama, toilet.”I nodded, glancing once more at Cassidy before leading Henry through the crowd toward what I hoped was still the men's room. The loud chatter behind us faded as we left the main room.Once inside, I made sure to stand near the door while he went in. Suddenly, a strong grip landed on my shoulder, yanking me back toward the bathroom’s dark corner.“What are you doing back here?” a voice hissed.I turned,
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