All Chapters of MY FIRST LOVE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

** Into the Past**The car sped along the winding road, the lights of Port Haven fading into the distance behind them. Lillian clutched Nicholas’s hand, her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of everything. Just hours ago, they had been safe and happy—planning a quiet life together, finally free from the shadows of their past. Now, they were hurtling back into darkness, all because of a man she’d never met, someone who seemed to hold pieces of Nicholas’s life that he hadn’t shared.Beside her, Nicholas sat rigid, his jaw clenched as he stared out the window. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the conflict in his eyes. He hadn’t wanted this. He hadn’t wanted to drag her into this part of his life, into whatever dangerous web he and Aaron had once been tangled in. But now, he didn’t have a choice.After what felt like an eternity, Aaron spoke from the driver’s seat, breaking the thick silence. “We’re heading to the docks,” he said, not bothering to look at them. “I have

** A New Course**The boat drifted silently through the dark waters, guided only by the faint glow of moonlight and Nicholas’s steady hand on the wheel. The shore of Port Haven had long since disappeared behind them, leaving only the open ocean and the unknown stretching out ahead. Lillian sat close to him, her eyes scanning the horizon as if it held some hidden answer, a glimmer of direction for what was next.They had escaped, but the reality of what they’d lost hung heavy between them. Port Haven—the place where they’d found a sliver of peace, a chance to start over—was now tainted, haunted by the shadows of Nicholas’s past. The weight of that truth was crushing, but Lillian forced herself to focus on the future. They would find a way forward, just as they always had.The night grew colder, the ocean breeze cutting through her thin jacket. Nicholas noticed and shrugged off his own coat, draping it around her shoulders without a word. She looked up at him, offering a grateful smile,

**The Unwelcome Guest**The small, cozy apartment that Lillian and Nicholas had begun to think of as their safe haven felt suddenly stifling, the air heavy with tension. Aaron’s unexpected presence at the door was like a slap back into the past they’d fought so hard to escape. He looked rough—unshaven, his clothes rumpled, and a faint trace of blood on his temple. But his eyes were sharp, gleaming with a mix of anger and desperation.Nicholas stood in front of Lillian protectively, his body blocking Aaron’s view of her. “What are you doing here, Aaron?” he asked, his voice low and cold.Aaron scoffed, leaning against the doorframe. “Nice to see you too, Nick. I’d hoped for a warmer welcome, considering all we’ve been through.”Nicholas’s eyes narrowed, his posture rigid. “We have nothing left to talk about. You dragged us back into your mess, and we nearly lost everything because of you. Whatever you think I owe, we’re done. Now get out.”Aaron’s face twisted into an ugly sneer, but t

**Planting Roots**The next morning, sunlight streamed through their bedroom window, waking Lillian with a warm glow that felt like a gentle promise of the future. She stretched, feeling the comfort of a bed she knew she could call her own. Nicholas lay beside her, still deep in sleep, his face peaceful in a way she rarely saw. She smiled, quietly savoring the moment.A soft knock on the door broke the silence. Lillian’s eyes widened; they hadn’t expected anyone, especially so early. She slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Nicholas, and threw on a sweater before padding quietly to the door.When she opened it, she was greeted by Samuel, the elderly baker who had become a kind of fatherly figure since they’d arrived. He held a small basket filled with freshly baked rolls, their warm scent filling the air.“Good morning, dear,” Samuel greeted, his eyes twinkling. “Thought you two might like some breakfast. It’s the least I could do for my best delivery boy,” he added with a chuckle,

**A Season of Growing**Autumn had settled gently over Port Haven, painting the trees in shades of amber and crimson. The cool breeze carried the smell of salt and earth, a reminder of the changing seasons and the rhythm of their new life. Lillian and Nicholas had quickly fallen into the town’s pace, each day marked by small, quiet routines that felt like rituals—watering the plants, sharing breakfast on their porch, evening walks along the cliffside.Their cottage had truly come to life. The roses Lillian had planted were blooming, their deep red petals standing out vibrantly against the white of the cottage walls. Nicholas had even built a small wooden bench by the garden, a place where they could sit together and watch the waves crashing in the distance. Each corner of their home held a piece of them—a reminder of the journey they had taken to get here, and the future they were building together.One afternoon, as Lillian was trimming the rose bushes, she noticed Nicholas working o