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Chapter 60
Cordy’s heart raced as she stood in front of the door, her mind trying to make sense of the unexpected situation. John was standing there, clearly affected by alcohol, but still maintaining that unmistakable composure that seemed to define him. Despite his disheveled state, there was something about him that made it impossible to look away, as if his presence commanded attention.
She didn’t want to admit it, but seeing him at her door stirred something inside her—something she had been trying to suppress since he left. After all, he had been the one to end things, or at least, that’s what she had convinced herself of. So why was he here now, in the middle of the night, uninvited and unexpectedly earnest?
Cordy didn’t respond immediately, her eyes scanning his face for any hint of his intentions. Her thoughts were jumbled, her rational mind battling with the raw emotions that stirred within her. John wasn’t someone who typically acted impulsively; he was always in control. Yet, here he was—appearing vulnerable, almost as if he was reaching out for something he had lost.
“I know you’re surprised,” John said, his voice low and slightly husky, as if the alcohol had loosened his usual self-restraint. “But I couldn’t stay away. Not after… everything.” His gaze softened for a moment, and Cordy could see the genuine conflict in his eyes. “I’ve been thinking about things… about us.”
Cordy swallowed, her mind racing. He couldn’t be serious. Could he?
She didn’t want to open the door to the past, not when she had been so careful to close it. “You’re drunk,” she said, her voice more firmly than she intended. “This isn’t the time, John.”
“I know. But I’m not here for some late-night mistake,” he replied, his tone sincere. He took a slow step forward, closing the space between them. “I’ve been thinking about you. About us. I made a mistake, Cordy. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you away.”
The words hit her harder than she expected. For a moment, she stood there, stunned by his admission. Her mind struggled to make sense of it—this sudden change in him, the apology, the vulnerability. Was this the same John she knew? The man who had kept her at arm’s length, whose ego had always come first?
But there was something in his eyes that told her this wasn’t just the alcohol talking. It was something deeper, something he had been holding inside for longer than she realized.
“You don’t get to just show up here and undo everything with an apology,” Cordy said, her voice shaking slightly despite her best efforts to stay composed. “You left, John. You left me without any explanation. And now you’re just… here, acting like it never happened.”
John seemed to sag slightly under the weight of her words, but he didn’t back away. Instead, he leaned closer, his expression earnest. “I’m sorry. I should have never walked away from you. But what I’m asking for now is a chance to make things right, Cordy. I’m not asking for forgiveness, just for a chance to show you that I’m not the same person who left.”
Cordy’s breath caught in her throat. His words were raw, his vulnerability disarming, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to let him back in. Could she trust him again after everything? Could she risk opening her heart to him once more, knowing how easily it had been broken the first time?
“Why now?” she asked quietly, the weight of her emotions hanging in the air. “Why come back when it’s already too late?”
John’s eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened slightly as he answered, “Because I know what I lost, Cordy. And I won’t let it go without a fight.”
The finality in his voice made Cordy’s heart ache. She wasn’t sure what to say, what to feel. But one thing was certain—this wasn’t over. Not yet.
Before she could respond, he stepped back slightly, giving her space. “I’ll leave if you want me to,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. “But I wanted you to know, no matter what you decide, I’ll be here. I won’t walk away again.”
With that, John turned, taking a step toward the door. But Cordy’s heart raced as she watched him. She couldn’t let him leave like this—not after everything. She had to know if there was still a chance for them.
“John,” she called out, her voice quiet but firm.
He stopped, turning back to face her, hope flickering in his eyes.
“I’m not saying yes,” she said, her voice breaking slightly as she spoke. “But I’m not saying no either. Not yet.”
John’s expression softened into a quiet smile. “I’ll wait. However long it takes.”
As the door closed behind him, Cordy stood there, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn’t sure what the future held, but she knew one thing—this was far from over.