In the days he had been absent, wrestling with his shame, he had realized the depth of his wrongs.

To Hadley, he was a poison, a weight she didn’t deserve.

If she was to truly live, he had to disappear from her world.

Life was fleeting, and he had already stolen a decade of hers. For the years ahead, he wished only for her freedom, her happiness.

As for himself?

A man like him had no right to dream of a future.

He would carry his guilt, his remorse, to the grave.

“Hadley,” Eric whispered, a tender ache on his lips, filled with longing and surrender. “From this day forward, may you live with joy and peace.”

Hadley’s lips parted, the weight of his words settling over her like a soft dawn.

He had agreed to let go.

At last, he had yielded, after she bared the raw scars of her heart for him to witness.

“Okay,” Hadley murmured, her voice trembling as she fought back tears. “Alright… I will.”

It wasn’t a surprise.

Deep down, she had sensed this moment would come, the inevitable conclusion she had both dreaded and desired.

It was the very outcome she had clawed her way toward, even at the cost of her own pain.

Eric swallowed hard, his throat tight with unspoken sorrow.

“Then… I’ll go now. I won’t trouble your peace any longer.” He paused, his voice softer. “Take your time packing in the coming days. I won’t return to bother you.”

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Hadley’s vision blurred with unshed tears, but she nodded. “Okay.”

Eric rose, his eyes cast downward, lingering on her as if memorizing every detail. “I’m… leaving.”

Hadley nodded again, her heart heavy.

Then, abruptly, she called out, “Wait!”

Turning, she disappeared into the closet, leaving Eric standing in quiet confusion.

Moments later, Hadley returned, clutching a small bag in her hands.

“What is this?” Eric asked, his brow furrowing. Original content can be found at find?novel.net

Hadley reached into the bag and drew out a vibrant red bundle, its rich hue catching the light.

Eric’s breath caught. “This is… my sweater?”

She had begun knitting it for him a year ago, a labor of love she had picked up again recently.

He remembered teasing her, saying she would surely finish it this time.

“It’s done,” Hadley said simply, unfurling the sweater with care.

And it was complete and perfect.

It mirrored Joy’s sweater, a tender parent-child design. Hers was adorned with delicate floral patterns; his bore intricate leaves, a quiet echo of their bond.

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