All Chapters of The One He Let Go: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AndersonThe hall was emptied out quickly, the sound of polite conversations fading into soft echoes as guests began to leave. My mind wasn’t on the diminishing crowd, though—it was on Kate. Where the hell did she go?Mr. Davis was speaking to me, his tone calm but probing, as though he sensed something was off.“Is everything all right, Anderson?” he asked, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.“Yeah,” I replied quickly, though my gaze kept darting toward the corners of the room. I couldn’t stop searching, scanning for any sign of kate.Mr. Davis tilted his head, clearly unconvinced, but I didn’t have time to address his concerns.“Excuse me for a moment,” I said, cutting him off mid-sentence and stepping away.I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I walked, dialing Kate’s number. It rang once, twice, then straight to voicemail.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.I made my way through the remaining clusters of guests, checking every corner of the hall. No sign of her. My frustration

KellyI couldn’t sleep. How could I? My mind was restless, my thoughts tangled up in Anderson and his ridiculous behavior last night. What did he think he was doing, trying to kiss me? The nerve! I gripped the sheets tightly, heat rising to my cheeks. If I hadn’t been so stunned, I would’ve kicked him where it hurts. Shameless man.By the time dawn broke, I was pacing the room. It was our last day in Florence, and I was beyond ready to leave this place and everything it represented behind. Anderson had stirred old wounds, and while I hated to admit it, he’d left a crack in the armor I’d built around myself.“Kelly, you okay?” Adrian’s voice called out from the living room, snapping me back to reality.“I’ll be ready in five minutes!” I yelled back. Harper’s giggles followed, a soothing reminder of what really mattered.By the time I stepped out of the bedroom, Adrian was already standing by the door, Harper bouncing on his hip.“There’s my sleepyhead,” he teased, his eyes flicking ove

KellyThe moment I stepped into my office, the sight of a vibrant bouquet of flowers on my desk made me pause. My heart raced, the instant rush of anxiety creeped over me. Flowers? From who? Not again. I wasn’t expecting this.I approached the bouquet cautiously, scanning for a note. My fingers brushed against the card kept underneath, and I slid it out, unfolding it with a face of curiosity and anxiety.‘Welcome back, Ma’am. You’ve been missed. Love, Clara.’A wave of relief and warmth spread through me as I recognized her handwriting. Clara….of course. Only she would think of something so thoughtful. I smiled, gently caressing the petals of the red rose flowers. The note was simple, but it was enough to remind me of how much she cared.A soft knock on the door startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Clara herself standing in the doorway, a warm smile lighting up her face.“Surprised?” she asked, stepping inside.“Completely,” I said, returning her smile. “You di

Kelly When Clara informed me that Davis Elanzo wanted to meet, I didn’t think much of it at first. After all, Adrian had introduced him as a friend during our time in Italy, a calm and influential businessman with connections that seemed to reach across continents. Adrian had even described him as a potential ally for some of my initiatives, though their relationship always seemed a little too convenient for my liking. Still, I wasn’t one to turn down an opportunity to gain support for my work, so when Davis reached out, I agreed to meet. The meeting was set at ‘Velluto’ an upscale Italian restaurant in DC. I arrived early, hoping to collect my thoughts before stepping into the dynamic world of Davis. The memory of our last encounter in Florence still lingered, his sharp gaze, his charming yet calculated demeanor, and the ease he had which fit into Adrian’s orbit. When I walked in, Davis was already there, sipping an espresso at a corner table as if he owned the place. He stood

AndersonThe morning after the meeting with Davis, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. My usual instincts honed over years of dealing with the business world sharks screamed at me. But no matter how much I tried to ignore it, the nagging sensation refused to go away. Davis wasn’t just another player, he was someone with deep ties to my life, Kate’s past. And that, more than anything, made my skin crawl.I spent the next few hours digging through old files and financial records. My desk was piled with papers and scattered notes, evidence of my obsession. One after another, I flipped through documents, tracing connections between Kate and Davis, and every little detail that might link them together. Photos, receipts, old event invitations, anything that could provide a clue.At first, there was nothing. But then, hidden in the corners of a file marked “Personal Investments,” I found a string of emails between Davis and Kate, dating back several years. The tone was forma