All Chapters of I Was Always Yours: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Tears pricked at the corner of Samara's eyes as her heart kept pounding from her argument with Damien. She had known that telling Damien she was leaving would be hard, but she hadn’t expected it to hurt this much.Her mind raced as she replayed the heated exchange in her head. Damien’s anger, his words, his disbelief—it had all cut deep. But beneath the pain and frustration, Samara knew she was doing the right thing. She needed to go back to Frederick, to at least try and rebuild what they had lost. There were no guarantees, but this was her chance to find closure, one way or another.Frederick sat in the dimly lit living room, the ticking of the clock on the wall the only sound breaking the silence. The night had stretched on longer than he had anticipated, and each passing hour made him more anxious. Samara was supposed to come home today. He had spent the day in a state of restless anticipation, checking his phone every few minutes for a message or call, but nothing came.He ran a

The tension in the room was palpable. Samara's eyes never left Caroline's face, her anger and hurt simmering just below the surface. Caroline, sensing the hostility, took a step back, her eyes darting between Samara and Frederick. "Let's get some things clear," Samara said, her voice icy. "You're staying here, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." Caroline nodded, her expression cautious. "I understand. I don't like it either." Frederick intervened, his voice calm. "Samara, please. We need to make this work." Samara's gaze snapped to his. "Make what work? This... arrangement?" Frederick nodded. "Yes. For the baby's sake." Samara's eyes narrowed. "And what about our marriage? What about the baby I am carrying?"Frederick took a step closer. "Our marriage is priority, Samara. But we can't ignore Caroline's situation.""...and you're still not sure who the father is?" Caroline chipped in, and Samara's frown deepened."That's none of your business, Caroline." she spat out.Caro

Later that evening, as Caroline sat alone in her room, a plan began to form in her mind. She knew she had to tread carefully; Frederick was already teetering between guilt and frustration, and the last thing she wanted was to push him further toward Samara. But if she could create moments that drew him back to her, moments that reminded him of their past together, she might have a chance.The sound of footsteps approached her door. She quickly composed herself, arranging a hint of sadness on her face. When she looked up, she found Frederick standing there, a tentative look in his eyes."Can we talk?" he asked, his voice soft.Caroline nodded, putting on a tired smile. "Of course."Frederick stepped inside, hesitating before taking a seat across from her. He let out a deep sigh, running a hand over his face. “Caroline… I need to know that we’re on the same page here. I want to support you and our child, but I need this to be a peaceful arrangement.”Caroline held his gaze, her eyes sof

As Caroline closed the door softly behind her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her words had left an imprint on Frederick. He might not have reciprocated openly, but she could sense the turmoil in his eyes—the internal struggle she’d carefully coaxed to the surface. It was only a matter of time before his defenses would weaken, and that was all she needed.Later that night, in her room, she texted Damien to confirm their next steps:"Planted the seed with Frederick. Now it's your turn to keep Samara… busy. ”Damien wasted no time. The next afternoon, he invited Samara for a casual lunch, suggesting a quaint little café in town. Samara had hesitated initially, but her mind was so tangled with doubt that she found herself agreeing. A quiet lunch with a Damien seemed harmless, and Damien’s company offered her an escape, a reprieve from the tense atmosphere at home. She knew she was playing with fire, hanging out with Damien, but she decided to give him a benefit of doubt.At a cozy,

As Frederick walked away, Samara felt the walls closing in around her. The sight of him retreating—pained, distant—left her feeling helpless, standing amid the scattered photos like pieces of a broken reality she could barely recognize. She dropped onto the couch, her hands shaking as she picked up the photos once more, staring at the images that had unraveled everything she'd been trying to rebuild.Her mind spun, replaying every word Frederick had spoken, each one like a fresh wound. The weight of the misunderstandings between them felt suffocating. She wanted to chase after him, to explain everything again, but the weariness in his voice, the bitterness etched into his features, stopped her.As she sat in silence, Caroline quietly entered the room, having lingered nearby, waiting for her moment. She feigned a startled look, as if she hadn’t expected to see Samara there, though she couldn’t suppress a slight smirk beneath her concerned expression."Samara," she said softly, her tone