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Evelyn Carter writes love stories for a living, but after a heartbreak that shattered her faith in romance, she no longer believes in the happily-ever-afters she creates. Love is just fiction—until a mysterious letter arrives at her doorstep.  

Postmarked ten years ago and filled with soul-stirring confessions, the letter speaks of a love that was meant to last forever. The only problem? It’s signed by Theo Bennett, a brooding literary agent who openly despises romance novels—and swears he never wrote it.  

Determined to uncover the truth, Evelyn and Theo reluctantly team up to trace the origins of the letter. But as they dig deeper, secrets unravel, timelines blur, and an undeniable connection between them resurfaces.  

If fate is real, then this letter is proof that some love stories are written long before we ever live them. But is Evelyn ready to believe in love again—especially when the ending remains unwritten?  

A slow-burn, fate-driven urban romance about second chances, forgotten pasts, and a love that refuses to be lost.

Letters From Another Lifetime

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the luxurious penthouse. The sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore filled the air, accompanied by the occasional chirping of birds.

It had been one year since Evelyn Carter became **Evelyn Bennett.

One year of waking up to the man she loved more than anything in the world.

A new life was growing inside her.

Evelyn placed a hand over her belly, a soft smile playing on her lips.

She was pregnant 9 month going on.

The realization still felt surreal.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her against a familiar chest.

His deep morning voice murmured against her ear, "You should be in bed, Mrs. Bennett."

Evelyn leaned back into his embrace. "I woke up early."

Theo's hands slid down to rest over her belly, his touch gentle yet protective.

"I told you to wake me up if you weren't feeling well."

She chuckled, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "I'm fine, Theo. It's just... I still can't believe it."

Theo's dark eyes softened. "Believe it. In a few months, we're going to have a little version of us running around."

Evelyn's heart swelled at his words.

Theo suddenly knelt in front of her, placing both hands on her stomach. His lips pressed a feather-light kiss over the fabric of her dress.

"Hey, little one," he murmured, his voice filled with love. "Your daddy loves you already."

Evelyn's eyes burned with unshed tears.

If someone had told her years ago that Theo Bennett—the cold, ruthless literary agent now a new CEO who once hated romance—would be like this, she wouldn't have believed them.

But now, seeing him like this...

He had always been meant to be hers.

And she had always been meant to be his.

Kade was already seated at the dining table when Evelyn and Theo walked in. He glanced up and smirked.

"Ah, the happy couple finally decided to grace us with their presence."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, taking a seat. "It's only nine in the morning, Kade."

Theo pulled out a chair for her before sitting down. "And you're here at this hour because?"

Kade leaned back, crossing his arms. "Because I had a feeling my dear best friend here"—he motioned to Evelyn—"wouldn't be able to resist waking up early."

Evelyn huffed. "I wasn't that early."

Kade raised a brow. "Theo, what time did she wake up?"

Kade burst into laughter. "Classic."

Evelyn sighed. "You're both impossible."

Nina suddenly walked in, carrying a tray of fresh fruits. She placed it on the table and shot Evelyn a pointed look.

"And you, young lady, need to eat properly now that you're eating for two."

Nina ignored her and handed Theo a plate. "Make sure she eats every bite."

Theo took it with a knowing smile. "Don't worry. She's not leaving this table until she does."

Evelyn pouted. "I liked it better when you were in love with me and not my meals."

Theo leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead.

"I'm still in love with you, love."

Theo shot him a smirk. "We have one. You just keep showing up."

Evelyn chuckled, watching the two bicker like always.

Full of love. Full of laughter. Full of happiness.

And soon, with the arrival of their baby—

She placed a hand over her belly, her heart bursting with warmth.

One Year Later