Can’t Win Me Back

In that moment, the room seemed to fall into a hushed stillness, with only the sound of Landon's heartbeat echoing in his ears.

The pages of this diary had turned yellow; Angelina must have used it for years.

With fingers wracked by tremors, Landon carefully opened the diary. Angelina's lack of formal education was evident, yet her handwriting surprised him. It was neat and firm, almost masculine, mirroring his own.

A pang of bittersweet understanding shot through him. His father had taught him to write, and Angelina, ever-present by his side, had absorbed it all. More accurately, her life revolved around him, and this unconscious mimicry was a testament to that devotion.

The diary wasn't a daily record but a collection of moments Angelina deemed precious. One entry read, "Went to Mr. Bill's funeral today with Mr. Landon. Now that he's gone, the burden of the family falls on Mr. Landon's shoulders. The road ahead won't be easy, but he doesn't have to face it alone. I'm here. Mr. Bill, rest easy. Even if the sky falls, I'll always protect Mr. Landon.”

Another entry spoke in a lighter mood. "Mr. Landon's been acting strangely lately. Uncharacteristically cheerful during meals. Could he be seeing someone special? I wonder who unlocked the door to his guarded heart. I'd love to meet her."

One entry gushed about Lauren. "Ms. Lauren is such a charming lady. Mr. Landon has impeccable taste!"

Another entry read, "Mr. Landon, this marks our 14th New Year together. I've never experienced a family reunion, but now that you have Madam Lauren, this occasion must hold special significance for you. For me, it remains the same.”

"Mr. Landon, the moon is particularly beautiful tonight. It reflects the love that I'll never confess to you."

Landon's hands trembled as he held the diary, tears welling in his eyes, one eventually slipping between the lines of writing, staining the page with his pain.

newspaper clipping, dated ten years prior, caught his attention, the image blurred by tears. It depicted the

household. Close behind him trailed Angelina, dressed in a black bodyguard uniform, her high ponytail and youthful features contrasting with

slightly blurred, Angelina's gaze fixed on

had watched over him day and night, a silent guardian, even though her feelings

so you could check him out. Only

you around. You asked if I ever thought about

this life—to see you truly happy.

the diary tightly, Landon sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face. What began as sobs soon escalated into heart- wrenching wails. Angelina had loved him for years,

side as he loved another. How could she

how stubborn Angelina was. What did he

another life..." he choked

he desperately wished Angelina could be reborn as his sister, someone he could protect and

to his beloved Angelina, his voice thick with emotion, that they would meet again, somehow, some way, in a

gather Angelina's things with Jasper and Jordan's

Angelina herself, these boxes could easily disappear from his life, leaving a gaping hole

was the only item Landon held close, a precious link to the woman

handed it over. "It was broken initially and wouldn't start. Mr. Cyrus arranged for the technical team from the police force to repair it, even replacing