Lost Without Regret ( Almost Lovers Series 1 )
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"I didn't just lose him... I lost the version of myself that begged to be loved."
Isla Rae Villanueva thought love meant holding on, no matter how much it hurt. For years, she was loved by Evan Cole Montgomery-the boy who loved her unconditionally.
But one day, they began to lose each other. Every fight ended with unanswered calls, and every apology fell on deaf ears. Pride told them not to reach out, while ego made them believe the other should speak first. Isla walked away not because she stopped loving him, but because she finally learned to love herself more.
In a world where silence can hurt more than words, will she take another chance, or will she protect her heart behind walls she swore never to break-without any regrets from the past?
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