Michael POV:
The past few weeks have been hellish and not just for me, my workers too. I just fired my secretary few hours ago. The sixth to be fired in many as 8 weeks. The latest one to be fired for arranging my files in non alphabetical order, it sounded petty, but Aurora understood that much. Aurora! I didn't know I would miss her this much. She had been little light in world I never noticed, I felt submerged in total darkness. Her overwhelming desire to make sure everything was perfectly done for me and her desperate attempts to make me smile or smile when I just gave her an undeserved tongue lashing. I couldn't get her to come back and I transferred the agression to my other employees. I flip at every error and thundered at the most petty mistake. I thought I was going to have to accept she was gone with time, but the anger got worse everyday. Like every other day, I was leaving the office a bit later than others. I closed my office and headed, I saw by chance the Letter I told Libby to mail earlier. How could she forget despite telling her how important it was. She was going to hear the harshest rebuke from me tommorrow, but first I had to mail it myself. I was in the lobby of the post office when she walked in the door, having just put a last-minute letter into the outgoing post.I stopped short when I saw her, her pale turquoise narrow eyes. A expression turned sour when she saw me."Mr Angelo" She said politely and started to go around meI stepped right into her path. she ground her teeth and glared back at me. “What had Leo been doing to you?” I asked. “You look worn to the bone""I have to earn my keep" she said "How's Mabel and Libby""They all missed you" I made it sound as if she’d left them in a bind She shifted her foot nervously, I wanted to guilt trip her and It seems to be working perfectly."Had it be we were alone, I’d have had more to say about the accusing look she was giving me, But people were coming and going all around us""Did you see the recommendation I sent""Yes, I did. Thank you for it""I had hope you would work for someone better with it, I mean that was why I sent it and the full month to survive in the mean time while you look for a better job""Thank you Mr. Angelo for the recommendation I mean. But whom I work for is certainly none of your business" she replied spitefullyI shrugged. “I didn’t think Leo would take you on,” I said. “It’s no secret that he hates having women around the ranch since the divorce.”“Delene Crane works with him,” she replied, curious. “She’s a woman.”“He’s known Delene since they were in college together,” he told her. “He doesn’t think of her as a woman.”“How’s your mother?” I asked abruptly.She grimaced. “She does things they told her not to do,” she lamented. “Especially lifting heavy stuff. The doctors said that she still has a tendency toward clots, despite the blood thinners they give her. They didn’t say, but I know that once a person has one or two strokes, they’re almost predisposed to have more.” I nodded slowly. “But there are drugs to treat that, now. I’m sure your doctor is taking good care of her.”“He is,”I looked past her. “It’s clouding up. You’d better get your letters mailed, so you don’t get soaked when you leave.”“Yes.” She looked at me devoid of the pain and love that was always in her eyes. It was so bad that I knew then, and pitied her for it. But now I was feeling worse it wasn't there anymore She glanced away, coloring faintly. “Yes, I’d better…go.”She can't get over me within a month could she.Unexpectedly, I reached out and pushed back a long strand of black hair that had escaped her braid. I tugged it behind her ear, my gaze intent and solemn as I watched her reaction.●♡♡■□□♡♡□□●●□Aurora POV:Unexpectedly, He reached out and pushed back a long strand of black hair that had escaped my braid. And tugged it behind my ear, his gaze intent. It was the second time, I was at the receiving end of the gesture today. But his was different, My heart was racing like ran a full track. I felt my knees weakening just from the long shared looks. There was no getting away from him. What is the heart to do when it already has a name imprinted on it. I missed him so much.I saw the glint of delight in his eyes, he was mocking me!. He knew I still loved him and was toying with me. I swiped his hand away roughly and fixed him a cold dead stare. There was a smirk on his face. I've had enough of this, I won't be humiliated any further by him, I would let him have the taste of his own medicine."What do you think you are doing""You had a straying hair""That is not an excuse to touch me unsolicited, Keep your hands to yourself" I said coldly, allowing the anger to mask the helplessness I was feeling deep down."I'm sorry" he blurted out, apparently taken by surprise."Yeah, right. Excuse me" I saidHe moved aside and allowed me to pass. I walked on to the mail slots, aware of his long, aching stare at my back. By the time finished the chore, he was already out the door and climbing into his Mercedes. I watched him drive away before I opened the door of the post office and went outside. It was starting to rain. I would get wet, but I didn’t care. The odd, cold encounter made my head spin with pleasure, how I put him in his place and his appalled reaction. I would be reminisce it for quite a long time, It would be a kind thought to brighten any day.Epilogue Aurora POV:The warm sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow on the bedroom walls. I lay in bed, feeling the gentle rhythm of my husband's breathing beside me. It had been a long and arduous journey for us, but today was a day of happiness—a day to cherish the love and resilience that had brought us together.I watched him for a long time, I enjoyed watching him sleep. there was something particularly soothing about watching him sleep.As I stretched my arms above my head, my eyes fell upon the photograph on the nightstand. It captured a moment frozen in time, our wedding day. We got married on a beach in Oregon. It was the most beautiful day of my life. Michael's eyes were filled with unwavering devotion, and I couldn't help but smile at the memory. The vows we exchanged that day held the promise of a lifetime of shared dreams and unbreakable bonds.We had toured the world like he had promised leaving with beautiful memories everywhere we we
Michael POV:As I stood before the graves of my parents and Beatrice, a mix of emotions washed over me. It was the first time I had brought anyone to this sacred place. I watched as she knelt down, her face solemn and filled with respect, paying her respects to the departed souls who had unwilling been absent to shape my life."Who are they?" She askedI was yet to tell her whom they are and name on the graves gave no clues to whom they were. "The first two are my parents and the third is my elder sister" She looked taken aback"I thought you never knew them""I was lucky to find out, with some help of some friends. I wanted you to meet them too"She nodded, her eyes filled with awe. Aurora's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her words carrying a weight of sincerity and determination. "I promise you, dear parents and sister, that I will take care of Michael. I will be there for him, just as you were. I will cherish him, support him, and love him with all my heart. You have left
Michael POV: The town recieve the news about Calhoun with mixed feelings. The next few days was spent uprooting every corrupt official on Calhoun payroll and his drug warehouse was ruthlessly shut down. It was finally Mark's funeral, I had dreaded this day because of the effects I knew it would have on me.I stood there, my heart heavy with sorrow, as I gazed upon the somber scene before me. The room was filled with mournful whispers and tear-streaked faces, each one reflecting the immense loss we all felt. "Today, we gathered to bid farewell to a dear friend, a courageous soul who had given his life in the line of duty. He was a cop, a protector of the innocent, and his untimely death"The eulogies began, each one a testament to his character and the impact he had made on countless lives. His family, friends, and fellow officers all shared their stories, their voices trembling with a mix of grief and admiration. They spoke of his courage, his selflessness, and his unwavering deter
Aurora POV: It's been days since my search and rescue. I never imagined that freedom could feel so overwhelming. After enduring the horrors of being kidnapped and held captive, the sweet taste of liberation should have been pure bliss. Yet, as I cautiously navigate this newfound freedom, it feels as though the world around me is still holding its breath, afraid to disturb the fragile existence I've fought so hard to regain.The news of my rescue spread like wildfire, and people showered me with words of relief and gratitude. They embraced me with tender hugs, their eyes brimming with tears of joy. But beneath their smiles, I sensed a subtle unease, an unspoken fear of shattering my fragile state of recovery. It's as if they see me as a porcelain doll, easily broken with a single misplaced step.Every interaction now feels calculated, as if everyone around me is walking on tiptoes, afraid to say or do anything that might trigger painful memories or send me spiraling back into the dark
Aurora POV:I stepped into the familiar warmth of Michael's house. He came back to pick me up the next morning after spending considerable time with my mother. He had insisted on staying with him for the time being and my mother was only happy to agree. It is a mix of relief and apprehension flooding my senses. The events of the past few days had been a nightmare, one that had finally released its grip on me. I glanced around, taking in the comforting sights of our living room, but the shadows of the ordeal still lingered in every corner.Michael stood beside me, his eyes filled with a mix of worry, love, and a determination to keep me safe. I understood his concerns; after all, I had been taken away from him against my will. But as much as I craved his protective presence, I also longed for a sense of normalcy and the freedom to heal at my own pace.Michael furry companions who seems to have been waiting anxiously for my return, approached cautiously, sniffing the air with curiosity
Michael POV:As I walked Mr. Eyre and Jane to the airport, the weight of sadness enveloped us, casting a somber atmosphere over our conversation. The news of Calhoun, being responsible for his daughter's death had left us both of them speechless and devastated.Jane walked in front while Mr. Eyre and I walked behind her."I can't believe it, Michael," Mr. Eyre whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief and pain. "How could someone commit such a heinous act? I can't wrap my mind around it."His words echoed the thoughts that swirled in my own mind. I struggled to find an answer, my voice choked with emotions. "I don't know, Mr. Eyre," I managed to say, my voice laced with sorrow. "We continued walking through the airport, the surroundings a blur as our conversation grew heavier with regret and guilt."I blame myself, Mr. Eyre " I confessed, "I can't help but wonder if there were signs I missed, if I could have protected her somehow. And to think I have wined and dined with her kill