All Chapters of President's Second Chance At Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I must have been asleep for a while. The ringing of my phone pulled me out of the deep sleep, and as I stirred, I felt the weight of the night before pressing down on me. My head pounded, and everything around me felt too bright, too harsh. I blinked against the light filtering in from the windows—it wasn’t even fully bright outside, just a dull grayness that matched how I felt inside. The sound of the phone persisted, relentless. I groaned, reaching around blindly, trying to find the damn thing. It wasn’t on the coffee table where I usually left it. My hands swept over the cushions, and finally, after a few frustrating moments, I found it wedged under the couch. I grabbed it, squinting at the screen. The doctor’s name flashed across it, and my heart skipped a beat. “Hello?” My voice was rough, strained, like I hadn’t used it in years. “She’s awake, sir. She’s awake.” The words hit me like a freight train. Ava’s awake? What? I almost dropped the phone, my hands trembling. The

Ava's Pov The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sound being the faint hum of the machines beside the bed. She stirred, the dull ache in her body a reminder of where she was. Her eyes flickered open, adjusting to the dim light. The first thing she noticed was the heavy weight on her chest—memories flooding back, confusion gnawing at her mind. But she pushed them aside, focusing instead on the figure slumped in the chair by her bed. His head was tilted awkwardly, dark circles under his eyes as if sleep had been a distant memory. She stared at him for a long time, emotions warring within her. Anger, hurt, and… something else. Something softer. She had wanted to make him suffer, to make him feel the same pain she felt when she woke up alone, but all that seemed so distant now. Her gaze softened as she looked at him, and she wondered how long he had been sitting there like that, waiting, watching. She tried to move, but the IV lines tugged at her skin, pulling her back

Richard's Pov When I walked into the hallway that morning, I couldn’t help but smile as I placed the gown on Hava’s bed. The silky fabric flowed through my fingers as I carefully arranged it, making sure it looked just right. The note I had written earlier rested on top of it, a simple but heartfelt message: We’re going out today. I have a surprise for you. Stepping back, I took a moment to imagine her reaction. Ava had always been the kind of woman who loved surprises but pretended she didn’t. I knew she’d blush, maybe even smile softly, wondering what I was up to. That thought alone made my heart race a little faster. I retreated to my own room to get ready, giving her space to discover the surprise on her own. I didn’t want to rush her; this day was about taking our time, enjoying every moment. After I dressed, I lingered near the door, waiting to hear her footsteps. A few minutes passed, and then I heard the sound of her bedroom door opening. I turned just in ti

Ava's PovThe drive home was quiet, but not in the usual, comfortable way. Richard was oddly silent, but there was a certain energy about him that made me curious. Every so often, I caught him glancing at me with a smile that made me wonder what was going on in his head. “What’s with that smile?” I asked, trying to make sense of his behavior. Richard chuckled softly, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Nothing, just thinking.” “Thinking about what?” I pressed, hoping for some sort of hint. “You’ll see,” was all he said, that mysterious smile still playing on his lips. I gave up on trying to figure it out. Whatever it was, he was clearly enjoying keeping me in the dark. I leaned back in my seat, staring out the window, my mind wandering as I tried to guess what surprise he had in store this time. When we finally pulled into the driveway, I noticed something was different. The house was dimly lit, with soft, warm lights flickering through the windows. As we stepped out of

Ava's Pov I woke up, still wrapped in Richard’s arms, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. I stayed there for a moment, savoring the warmth and comfort. But the memories from last night weighed heavily on me. Carefully, I slipped out of his embrace, trying not to wake him. But as I moved, Richard stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at me with a sleepy smile. “Morning,” he mumbled, pulling me back into his arms for a moment. “Morning,” I replied, smiling softly before gently pulling away. “I’m going to take a shower.” “Okay,” he murmured, already drifting back to sleep. I made my way to the bathroom, letting the hot water wash over me, trying to clear my thoughts. After I finished, I dressed quickly, knowing that today was going to be difficult. Richard had moved all my clothes to his room, and I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered how thoughtful he was. But my mind quickly shifted back to the task at hand—I needed to visit my old house. I retur