All Chapters of Love's Redemption: Chapter 681 - Chapter 690

I wasn't sure if Jace was actually going to throw a punch, but standing there felt like its own kind of humiliation. Without saying a word, I spun on my heel and walked off, ditching the wheelchair for good."What a waste of oxygen," Lena snapped at the crowd before rushing over to help me.Once we were clear, she blurted out, "Rea, didn't he have a mole on his neck? Could he have had it removed? Did you check for scars?"Her question made it obvious—she still didn't believe Xander wasn't Hayden. I mean, that face was way too similar to his.I shook my head. I hadn't believed it either, at first. I'd touched his neck, searching for anything—a scar, a clue, something—but there was nothing.Lena caught my expression and frowned. She helped me sit down and asked again, "So, what do you think? Is it him or not?"I hesitated. Sometimes your gut knows what your eyes can't, especially when anything can be faked these days."I don't know," I admitted quietly.At first, I was so sure he

I stared at Jace's face—so familiar, so tangled up in my past. How was I supposed to see him as a stranger?But he needed to drop the idea. Forcing a faint smile, I said, "I already do."His hand trembled against mine before I pulled away, stood up, and walked out.Later, I skimmed the file he'd sent me. It matched what Cole told me the day before, with extra details about Xander's family. Clearly, Jace wanted me to know one thing: Xander wasn't Hayden.When I finished reading, I laughed.Around noon, I called Cole back. Maybe he was salty I'd ignored him last night because he didn't pick up.Whatever. I didn't bother calling again.That evening, I headed to DracoLux. This time, I went straight to the lobby manager. "I'm here to see Cole. Tell him Ms. Kay is looking for him.""Right this way, Ms. Kay!" The manager practically tripped over himself to help me—Cole had clearly prepped them for my arrival.Smart move on his part. He probably figured I was digging for dirt and want

Thinking back, something about today felt... off. I hadn't been to DracoLux in days, but the second I show up, Xander's there, and chaos breaks loose? Yeah, no way that's a coincidence. Someone had to be pulling strings.I spotted the guy from earlier—my ashtray victim—lingering in the parking lot. Stepping in front of him, I snapped, "Talk. Who sent you to start this mess?"His face was still smeared with blood. It might've freaked me out once, but these days? Not so much. Guess I'd grown tougher than I realized."I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, though his panicked eyes said otherwise.Look, violence isn't ideal, but let's be real—it gets results. One ashtray to the face, and suddenly this guy had a whole new attitude.I glanced around the dim parking lot, a chuckle slipping out.He flinched. "Ms. Kay, please—don't make this harder than it has to be.""It's not hard. You tell me the truth, I leave. Easy, right?" I said, fixing my gaze on him.His panic

A sharp sting snapped me back."Ow!" I flinched, trying to pull my hand away, but Xander's grip didn't budge."Stay still," he said, his voice low, calm—soft, even. "It'll be over in a second."This guy. His mood swings were wilder than a summer storm, and I was no closer to figuring him out.The nurse worked quickly, skilled and efficient. In no time, she pulled out a glass shard and held it up like a trophy. "See? It's pretty big. If you hadn't gotten this out, it would've just kept hurting, stuck like that."I stared at the shard, trying to remember when I could've gotten it. It must've been when I smashed that ashtray earlier.The nurse disinfected my wound and wrapped it with a bandage. Just like that, I was done. Good to go."Thank you," Xander said to the nurse and finally released my hand.I pulled it back awkwardly, staring at the bandage for a beat before looking at him. "What about you?""What about me?" Xander blinked, then caught on. "I'm fine. Not a scratch."Ok

"Come and eat," Xander called.I didn't move, just watched him as he set the table. "Come on, give it a taste," he coaxed.Under the soft dining room light, he looked so much like Hayden. The way he moved, the way he stirred the soup earlier—everything about it was familiar.You can fake a lot of things, but those tiny habits? The stuff you don't even realize you're doing? That's harder to fake.So... Xander had to be Hayden, right?That thought pulled me to my feet. I walked over and stopped behind him. Before I even knew what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around him, resting my face against his back.His body tensed, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he said softly, "The food's ready.""You're Hayden, aren't you?" I whispered.Xander didn't say a word.I moved around to face him, gently grabbing his shoulders to turn him toward me. "There's no one else here, just us. You can tell me the truth. Please... tell me you're Hayden. Okay?""I'm not," he said, his voice cutting th