After Ever Happy (After, #4)

by Anna Todd

My beautiful dark prince stares at me for a moment, my words seeming to have rattled him.

people can only change themselves, no matter how hard you try. They have to want it as bad as you do or there is no hope.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

There were so many things I should have said, could have said, and sure as hell would have said if I had known my days in heaven were numbered.

I saw the empty, sad girl smile for the sad boy who loves her with all of his broken soul.

If I had known it would hurt this bad, if I had known the way it would rip me apart, then sew me back together, only to tear me into pieces again, I would have stayed as far away from Hardin Scott as I possibly could.

I had no clue that this obnoxious blonde was walking around waiting to turn my entire life upside down by driving me absolutely insane and making me love her more than I love breathing.

He wants to remind her that whatever their souls are made of, his and hers are the same. Their favorite novel said it best.

We had a rule, only one rule in our house: no fighting in front of our kids. My children would never hear me raise my voice to their mum. Ever.

AFTER EVERYTHING, we made it. Whatever the hell our souls are made of, they are the same.