Ribbons Unbound: My Fiancé's Lingering Regret novel Chapter 62

I pushed him away. And this time, I didn’t stop.

I walked into the trees, disappearing into the dense forest, leaving Atlas behind.

But after a long silence, his voice—hoarse and quiet—drifted through the air behind me.

"I understand now, Celeste."

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One Month Later

The salty breeze carried the scent of the ocean, mixing with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

I sat by the window of a small seaside café, fingers curled around the warmth of my cup, watching the waves crash against the shore.

Laughter and chatter filled the air, the easy conversations of passing tourists blending into the background—until one sentence broke through the noise.

"Did you hear? The CEO of Whitmore Enterprises turned himself in!"

A woman gasped. "What? Atlas Whitmore? Why?"

"He confessed to everything," someone else said, lowering their voice. "Destroyed his father-in-law’s company with underhanded tactics, manipulated his wife, caused her father’s death, and—God, the most awful part is—he was the reason she lost her baby."

"Jesus," someone muttered. "The woman he loved... she suffered so much because of him."

I stilled.

My grip on the cup tightened slightly before I forced myself to relax. Lowering my gaze, I unlocked my phone. The news was already waiting for me.

The top story—the first image—was of Atlas being escorted into custody, his expression unreadable.

I skimmed through the article, my eyes catching on one particular quote.

"If it weren’t for Ivy, I never would have taken the blame for all these years. I never liked her, but I could never bring myself to do something that would destroy someone’s life." Nathaniel’s voice.

"May you be as free as the wind, happy and safe."

I stared at the note for a long time. Then, slowly, I smiled. For the first time, he understood me.

I tore the letter into pieces, letting the shreds fall onto the table like the remnants of a past I no longer carried.

Lifting my cup once more, I took a slow sip.

The coffee was rich, carrying a subtle bitterness that lingered on my tongue—one that didn’t overwhelm but instead invited me to savor it.

Reaching for my camera, I turned toward the horizon, capturing the endless expanse of the ocean, the seagulls circling above, the small, stubborn flowers growing between the cracks of the rocks.

With a quiet sense of finality, I post this on my Instagram:

A new beginning.