Too Late to Hold Her, Too Late to Love Her — Novel

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In a world where devotion intertwines with heartbreak, a woman's struggle to reclaim her family becomes a desperate battle against the past. After losing a child in a tragic accident, she reaches out to her estranged husband, only to find that he has moved on with his former love, Ava. The ties that once bound them together fray as Ava slips back into their lives, effortlessly capturing both Hugo's affection and their son Jasper's admiration.

As the memories of their shared love resurface, old wounds threaten to reopen. Can she reconcile the life she fought so hard to build with the haunting specter of what could have been? Each encounter is laced with tension, revealing the fragility of loyalty and the complexities of love. With every shared moment between Hugo and Ava, she grapples with her own feelings of worthlessness, wondering if she can ever reclaim what was once hers.

As she contemplates severing ties with her family, the question lingers: Is it too late to hold on to the love she once cherished? Or is letting go the only path to finding herself again? In a tale filled with passion, betrayal, and the pursuit of happiness, the stakes have never been higher.

Too Late to Hold Her, Too Late to Love HerChapter 1

When I lost my baby in a car accident, I called Hugo Alistair.

But the one who answered was my eight-year-old son.

"Dad took me to tutoring. If it’s nothing important, don’t bother us."

Then, he hung up and blocked me.

I forced myself to call an ambulance, but Ava Sinclair’s latest post appeared on my screen just as I did.

[If I had never left, would I be the one married to you now?]

The picture showed her and Hugo standing under a sky bursting with fireworks.

Hugo’s reply was quiet but firm. [Yes.]

I tapped the like button casually. The next second, the post disappeared.

That night, the system that had been silent for ten years was reactivated.

"Send me home."

"Understood. Official detachment will begin in three days."

——

As the mechanical voice faded, the door swung open.

Hugo stood there, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp, calm features. His white shirt stretched over lean muscles, and his gaze stayed locked on his phone.

"Why did you call me today?" His lips curved in a faint smile, but his attention never wavered from the screen.

"I wanted you to take me to the hospital."

"Oh."