Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270

“It’s about choosing a future,” Harper finished for me. “I get it.”

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the sun sink lower toward the

horizon.

“The old Kira would have asked me what to do,” Harper said suddenly.

I turned to look at her. “What do you mean?”

She smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes. “The Kira I knew before would have wanted someone else to make the hard choice, to tell her which path was right. But you’re not asking me for advice. You’re just… thinking it through.”

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I hadn’t realized that until she said it, but she was right. “I guess I’ve changed more than I

thought.”

“For what it’s worth,” Harper said, dusting croissant crumbs from her jeans, “I think you already know what you want. You’re just afraid to admit it to yourself.”

“Why would I be afraid?”

“Because making a choice means closing a door. And that’s scary.” She stood up, brushing off her pants. “My only advice? Listen to your heart, not your fear. Fear is always the loudest voice, but rarely the wisest.”

I reached up and caught her hand, squeezing it tight. “Thank you for coming back. I really needed a friend tonight.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She squeezed back. “Whatever you decide, I’m in your corner. See you at the team meeting tomorrow?”

I nodded, and she left me with my thoughts, her footsteps fading into the growing twilight.

The stars were beginning to appear when I finally stood up, a sense of certainty settling. over me. Harper was right – I had been afraid to admit what I truly wanted. But the path

forward was clear now.

I pulled out my phone, staring at the two names that represented such different futures:

Rocco and Andy.

My finger hovered for just a moment before I tapped one name. The phone rang three

times before he answered.

“It’s me,” I said, my voice steady and sure. “I need to talk to you. I’ve made my decision.”

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His voice came through, warm and hopeful. “When?”

“Tomorrow morning? The lighthouse café at nine?”

“I’ll be there,” he promised.

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“Good,” I said, a weight lifting from my shoulders. “I think… I think this is the right choice. For me.”

“I hope so,” he replied softly.

“Goodnight,” I said, ending the call and slipping the phone back into my pocket.

As I walked back to my car, I felt lighter than I had in months. The decision wasn’t about what I owed anyone or what was expected of me. It was about what I truly wanted future I chose for myself.

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The next morning dawned bright and clear, the kind of perfect day that felt like a good omen. I dressed simply but with care, choosing clothes that made me feel confident and strong.

The lighthouse café sat perched on the edge of the beach, its windows reflecting the morning sunlight. As I approached, I could see him already there, waiting at a table near the window, his profile outlined against the brilliant blue of the ocean beyond.

My heart quickened its pace as I pushed open the door, the little bell announcing my arrival. He looked up, his eyes finding mine instantly, a mix of hope and nervousness on his face.

I crossed the café and slid into the seat across from him, a small smile playing at my lips.

“Thank you for coming,” I said.

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