All Chapters of Rediscovering Odette : Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

Odette had felt it the moment she stepped outside her apartment.The weight of eyes on her.A presence lingering just out of reach.At first, she had convinced herself it was paranoia. A trick of her mind.But as the days passed, it became harder to ignore.Anton was watching her.She felt it in the way certain shadows lingered longer than they should.In the subtle hum of something just beneath the surface.In the way her instincts—so finely tuned from months of survival—refused to let her dismiss it.And yet… he never approached her.Never confronted her.He just… watched.As if waiting for something.As if waiting for her.She first noticed it at the bookstore.A small, quiet shop tucked between a bakery and a florist. She had been running errands, determined to settle into her new normal.She was reaching for a book when a shift in the air made her glance toward the entrance.Anton stood outside, across the street.His hands were in his coat pockets, his sharp gaze unreadable.He

Odette stared at Anton, her heart hammering violently in her chest.I’m leaving it all behind.The words still echoed in her mind, pressing against the walls of her carefully built defenses.He was saying everything she had once wanted to hear.Everything she had once prayed for.But now?Now, it felt like too little, too late.Anton watched her, waiting.Giving her space.Giving her a choice.Odette inhaled sharply, forcing herself to steady.And then—She turned away.Her voice was quiet but firm.“You can’t just say things like that and expect me to believe you.”A muscle in Anton’s jaw tightened. “I’m not expecting you to believe me.”She looked back at him, eyes narrowing. “Then what are you expecting?”He held her gaze. “To prove it to you.”Odette clenched her fists.She hated that he was calm.She hated that he knew she wouldn’t walk away—not yet.Because she had questions.Because she still wanted answers.Because—**despite everything—**she still wanted him.And that was what

Odette had spent months convincing herself she could live without Anton.That she was better off without him.That she had moved on.But every time she saw him, every time he showed up and didn’t push, every time he just… waited—Her resolve cracked.And tonight, it finally broke.It had been a long day.Her body ached, exhaustion pressing against her limbs like a weight she couldn’t shake.She had spent the afternoon organizing the nursery—folding tiny clothes, arranging baby books, trying to ignore the growing sense of anticipation and fear inside her.She wasn’t ready.Not for motherhood.Not for Anton.Not for any of it.But time didn’t care if she was ready.Time kept moving, pulling her forward whether she liked it or not.And now, as she stepped out of the building, the cool night air brushing against her skin, she felt so unbearably lost.Then she saw him.Anton stood near the curb, his presence as steady as ever.He didn’t say anything.Didn’t move toward her.He just waited.