“Don’t you dare pull this kind of crap again,” Max muttered.
Avey flinched.
The words were sharp cutting through the heavy silence between them. But what hit her harder was the weight behind them.
Wait… second chance?
Her breath hitched.
You?
Her mind raced, heartbeat hammering in her chest.
Regressed back in time. That was her biggest secret. One she couldn’t share with anyone not even if she wanted to. The world itself wouldn’t allow it. Every time she had tried, something stopped her. Her throat locked up, her voice refused to come out, or reality itself would twist to erase any trace of her confession.
And yet…
Max just said he gave her that second chance.
Her eyes widened, her body stiffening as an unnatural chill crawled up her spine.
She swallowed hard, staring at him.
“You… you know?”
Her voice came out barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter whatever fragile reality she had left.
Max didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, it was Diablo who leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs lazily, watching the scene unfold with amusement.
“Yes,” she said simply. “And you have no idea what he sacrificed to make that happen.”
Avey turned sharply, her trembling gaze shifting back to Max.
Her pulse pounded in her ears.
He knows.
He knows everything.
He knows what happened at the end.
Her breath turned shallow.
Her worst mistake. Her biggest regret.
He knows.
And yet… he sat there so calmly.
As if he wasn’t looking at the person who had driven Lucian to his worst.
As if he wasn’t staring at the reason Lucian
She clenched her jaw, shaking fingers curling into fists.
“Don’t you hate me?”
Her voice cracked.
Max said Lucian was like a son to him.
Shouldn’t he hate her? Shouldn’t he want to kill her?
Shouldn’t he have let her die?
Her throat tightened.
“Why did you save me?”
Max exhaled through his nose, rubbing his temples as if she were asking the most obvious question in the world.
But Avey didn’t stop.
Her voice grew sharper, more desperate.
“You should’ve let me die,” she whispered.
“Or tortured me to death.”
She clenched her teeth so hard it hurt.
“If you really cared about Lucian if you knew everything then why would you… why would you give me another chance?”
Her hands trembled.
“You should hate me. I… I killed him in the last life.”
The words left her lips, sharp and bitter.
“He killed himself because of me.”
She slammed a hand on the table.
“He gave me his heart, and I crushed it.”
The air felt heavier.
Diablo’s gaze flickered slightly, but she said nothing.
She just sat back, letting Avey break.
“He was just an idiot,” Avey muttered, voice hoarse. “A stupid, naive idiot.”
Her shoulders shook.
“And I” Her throat tightened. “I was the bigger idiot. Why did I have to get heart failure? Why didn’t I just die first?”
She clenched her jaw.
“I didn’t deserve to be loved.”
Her voice cracked.
“And he killed himself… just out of sadness. He left everything behind because of me.”
She swallowed hard, forcing the words out.
“And you still think I deserve another chance?”
Her hands balled into fists.
“You still think I should be with him?”
She slammed her hand against the table again, her voice rising.
“You sent me back in time, but did you even think about what kind of pain that would bring him?”
Tears streamed down her face.
“If you’re so powerful… why didn’t you just kill me instead?”
Her voice cracked into a sob.
“So that Lucian wouldn’t love me anymore?”
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She broke.
Loud, uncontrollable cries tore from her chest.
Tears poured freely, hot and endless.
For the first time she let it all out.
No restraint. No dignity. Just raw, broken grief.
And Max… smiled.
Not out of amusement. Not mockery.
But because he understood.
She needed this.
“I don’t hate you,” he said simply. “I never did.”
Avey’s breath caught.
Max leaned forward, his small hands resting on the table.
“You’re not a bad person for Lucian.”
His voice was warm. Steady.
“You were never the villain in his story.”
Avey shook her head violently, tears still falling. “You’re wrong.”
“No, you are.” Max met her gaze. “You don’t know what I know.”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
She couldn’t listen to this.
That’s when Diablo moved.
Without a word, she stood from her chair and walked around the table.
Then gently she placed a hand on Avey’s head, pulling her close.
Avey barely had time to react before she felt warmth.
A soft, comforting embrace.
Diablo held her there, letting Avey’s face rest against her stomach, patting her head softly.
“It’s alright.”
Her voice was quiet. Gentle.
“Let it out.”
Avey’s shoulders shook harder.
“You needed this.”
Diablo smiled, watching over her.
“Hiding everything in your heart for so long… that’s dangerous for humans.”
She stroked Avey’s hair, her touch soothing.
“But you don’t have to carry it alone anymore.”
Avey cried harder.
And for the first time in a long, long time
She didn’t feel alone.
Max and Diablo didn’t interrupt her.
They simply watched, their expressions calm, patient gentle.
Avey’s sobs eventually quieted, her breath still shaky, her face stained with the remnants of her tears. Her skin was flushed, her eyes puffy, but she had stopped crying.
She sat there in silence, gripping the edge of the table as if grounding herself.
Max smiled.
A genuine, warm smile.
“Finally calmed down?” he asked, his voice light, teasing but not unkind.
Avey swallowed, nodding slightly. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her shirt, then glanced toward Diablo, giving her a small, grateful nod for the hug.
But she wasn’t done.
She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and looked at Max.
“I need answers.”
Her voice was hoarse but firm.
“Why did you do it?” she asked, searching his face. “Why did you send me back? Just to make him suffer again?”
Max chuckled.
A small, quiet sound yet it carried something unreadable.
He lifted his tiny hand and pointed at her.
“I chose you because it’s you.”
His words were simple.
Avey’s brow furrowed. “huh?”
“Just look at yourself for a second.” Max leaned forward, eyes filled with something close to amusement. “Look at how much you’re feeling for Lucian right now.”
Avey stiffened.
“You’re sitting here, after crying your heart out, asking me why I didn’t kill you instead.”
Max tilted his head, watching her with that same small, knowing smile.
“Tell me, Avey… is that the kind of heart a bad person has?”
She wanted to argue. To deny it.
But she couldn’t.
She didn’t know what to say
Her chest ached, her fingers clenched, her lips trembled because she loved him.
But…why at those times she couldn’t explain
And Max knew it.
“Oh, but wait.” Max’s eyes twinkled with mischief, breaking the heavy air. “I bet you still don’t know, do you?”
Avey blinked, confused.
“Know what?”
Max grinned.
“Why your heart failed in your past life.”
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Hey guys sorry for this late…tday was mothers Birthday
Hey you know guys maybe i never thanked you enough…. but genuinely thank you all.
You know…i bought and celebrated my mother bday with all support and all i got from you guys… first time in my life.
i dont know what to say…..i really am not best person to say thanks…but just know my life all went in depression and parents fights… because of this i got indepentent taking care of my siblings and mother…. really thanks you all
Really really really thanks ya all …may ya all get beautiful lifes too.
