All Chapters of President's Second Chance At Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ava's POV The tears wouldn’t stop, no matter how much I tried to hold them back. They poured out of me, as if all the pain I had kept buried deep inside was finally breaking free. Standing here, on this cliffside, where everything had ended before, I felt like I was standing on the edge of my sanity. The memories, so vivid and painful, came rushing back to me all at once, leaving me gasping for breath. “Richard,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion, “can you bring the police over here?” His reaction was immediate, confusion clouding his features. “What? Ava, what are you talking about? What exactly am I bringing the police for?” I knew I wasn’t making any sense to him. How could I? The things I had experienced, the life I had lived before this one—it wasn’t something I could easily explain. It was something I had to show him, something he had to see with his own eyes to believe. But even so, I didn’t know how to put it into words, how to make him understand what was

Ava's POv The car ride home was quiet—too quiet. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. Richard didn’t say a word, not even when I tried to break the silence with light conversation. His eyes just stayed on the road, distant, as if he was driving through his thoughts rather than the darkened streets. My mind raced. Was this it? The moment where everything crumbles because I’ve held onto this secret for too long? I knew I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not ever. I had to tell him, to finally reveal the truth, even if it meant risking everything we had. When we got home, the house was dark. I headed straight to the kitchen, more out of habit than hunger. I found a light snack in the fridge, something I could microwave quickly. It didn’t matter what it was—I just needed something to focus on that wasn’t the looming conversation. I brought the plate to Richard, hoping food might soften the tension between us. He barely looked at it. “I’m not hungry,” he sai

Ava's POV I lay in Richard's arms, my body still tingling from the aftermath of our lovemaking. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and our steady breaths. The cool breeze from the vents contrasted with the warmth radiating from his body, enveloping me in a cocoon of comfort and safety. His strong arms wrapped around me, and I could feel his heartbeat against my back, a steady rhythm that mirrored my own. I took a deep breath, the air catching slightly in my throat as I tried to find the right words. I turned slightly in his embrace, the movement gentle but purposeful. His grip on me loosened as he stirred, and I found myself face-to-face with the man who had come to mean everything to me. His eyes were still closed, his breathing deep and even, but I knew he wasn’t asleep. He was merely drifting in that comfortable space between wakefulness and slumber, where all the worries of the world seemed far away. "Um, Richard…" My voice was barely ab

Ava's Pov We were nestled comfortably on the couch, watching a rerun of one of my favorite shows. Richard had been quiet all evening, but there was a certain energy about him, something that made me feel like he was up to something. “I invited Nana to stay over,” Richard suddenly said, breaking the silence. I turned to look at him, confused. “Why? Are we going somewhere?” He nodded, his eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint that always intrigued me. “Yes, we are.” I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. “Richard, I’m really tired. I don’t feel like going out.” He tilted his head, concern touching his features. “Why? Is something wrong?” I shook my head quickly, not wanting to worry him. “No, it’s nothing. I just… don’t feel like it today.” Richard’s expression softened, and then a slow smile spread across his face. “What if I told you there’s a surprise waiting for you?” My fatigue seemed to melt away instantly, replaced by curiosity. I straightened up on the couch,

Ava's Pov The moment we stepped off the plane and into the warm Hawaiian breeze, I could hardly contain my excitement. My eyes widened as I took in the stunning view of the island, and I turned to Richard, practically bouncing on my toes. "Richard, you never told me we're spending our honeymoon in Hawaii!" I exclaimed, my voice full of surprise and delight. Richard flashed that charming smile of his, the one that always made my heart skip a beat. "Yeah, that’s the advantage of being married to me. You get to experience different surprises," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. I couldn't help but let out a little squeal of joy as I grabbed his arm, squeezing it tight. "You do realize this means you're going to have to keep surprising me like this for the rest of our lives, right?" He chuckled, pulling me close to him as we began walking down the road towards our hotel. "I wouldn’t have it any other way." As we made our way through the bustling streets, I felt like a ch