It was hell. Literally hell. Killian was giving me a hard time with my work. The works of other people were given to me making me feel frustrated. I didn’t have a choice since he was the boss and even though he was my husband, I didn’t have the power over him. I was really tired and exhausted from all the work he had given me. I felt like I was not his secretary anymore. The reason why he was doing this? I didn’t know! Was it because I confessed? I let out a loud breath and closed my eyes as I leaned my head on the chair I was sitting in. I didn’t know that things would end up this way. He really wanted to get rid of this feeling I had for him, ha? As if it was easy to unlove a person who you ever loved for the first time. “I have somewhere else to go. Just commute for now.” It was Killian who talked. He was on my side here in the elevator. My lips parted before I pressed them tightly and refused to say a word. I was so tired to give a damn anymore, all I wanted was to
Heart thorned. My mind was messed up. My whole being weakened. I wiped the tears that were falling from my eyes and sighed deeply. My heart felt so heavy and clenched. I looked at the families who were having their bonds here in the park while I was just sitting here with a broken soul. My lips broke into a bitter smile. They looked so happy and alive. How I wished I had that kind of family. “And what is a beautiful lady doing here?”I heard a familiar voice making me look where that voice was coming from. I saw Mr. Rossetti sitting on the bench beside me. My lips parted and my eyes widened. “What are you doing here? Are you following me?” I asked, accusing him. He squinted his eyes and stared at me. “Did you cry?” My lips parted before I avoided his gaze. “W-What? I’m not.”“He is such a jerk for making a beautiful lady cry.” He was shaking his head and chuckling like he couldn’t believe it. I pressed my lips together and didn’t say a word. I just stared at nowhere. Good thing
I woke up on a different bed. It was Killian’s bed. I didn’t realize that I fell asleep here. I looked around the room, but he wasn’t there. I immediately rose from the bed and fixed myself. I wanted to cook for Killian. I smiled to myself as I finished all the food I cooked. After changing into decent clothes, I went outside the house. Our driver drove me to the company. I was really nervous as I hurriedly went to the Killian office, and there he was, busy with his work. Good thing that woman wasn’t here anymore. “Good morning, Killian!” He raised his head and met my gaze. I smiled at him widely as I went closer to his table. He was just eyeing and waiting for my next move.“I cooked this.” I was beaming with happiness as I put the tupperware on the table. “You should have your breakfast.”“I’m not hungry.” His voice was cold and distant. He went to his work again and didn’t glance at me. I took a deep breath, even though I knew how tiring this would be. I wouldn’t give up. “But
Killian went back to his usual treatment. Cold and distant. I was really hurt and disappointed, when in fact I should get used to it. It was just that... I thought something would change after that night we shared. It was a week that passed since I hadn’t talked to him.As I entered the building, I was greeted by their unusual stare, and they were watching something on their while looking at me with... pity in their eyes. My forehead creased at what was going on. I went to Killian’s office but he wasn’t there. I called him but I got no answer. Oh, God... something was wrong. I heard my phone ringing, making me look at it, and I saw Claire calling me. I immediately answered it.“Hey, what’s up?”“Oh, God! Are you okay, Cass?” Her voice was in a hurry and full of concern.My forehead creased in confusion. “W-What? Of course, I’m fine...”“You must have seen the news.” “What? What are you talking about, Claire?” I got really curious and confused about what was happening today. I hear
Love really does make you stupid, blind, and reckless. I never thought I'd come to this, pacing back and forth in my room, my thoughts a tangled mess. It had been days since I left the hospital, and Killian was still nowhere to be found. He was never home, and it was eating away at me, making it impossible to share the news I carried inside me. Anxiety gnawed at my insides, my nerves frayed with every passing moment. I knew this stress wasn’t good for the baby, but it was like I couldn’t stop spiraling. Claire’s calls were the only thing keeping me tethered to reality, but every time she asked how I was, the truth was a bitter pill to swallow. I tried calling Killian, again and again, but he kept rejecting my calls, the silence louder than any argument we’d ever had. A knock on the door made me pause, my breath catching in my throat. “Mrs. Lannister, someone is here to see you,” a voice said from the other side. Confusion furrowed my brow as I made my way downstairs, only to f
The office had become both my sanctuary and my prison. Every morning, I walked in with the hope that today would be different—that Killian would glance up from his desk, his gaze softening. But every morning, he remained as cold and distant as ever, a wall of ice that I couldn’t seem to thaw. I couldn’t let go. The divorce papers sat untouched on my desk at home, a reminder of the inevitable, but I wasn’t ready to give up. Not on him. Not on us. So, I kept trying. I poured all my energy into every small gesture, hoping he’d see how much I still cared. Today, I had chosen his favorite lunch—pan-seared salmon, the way he liked it, with a side of roasted vegetables. My hands trembled as I packed it up, adding a note, a simple “Have a good day. I hope you like it, Killian.” Maybe he wouldn’t read it, but I had to try. I carried the lunch toward his office, the usual nervous flutter filling my chest. What if today was different? What if this small act was enough to remind him of what
When I woke, the hospital room was eerily quiet, the beeping of machines the only sound. My body felt heavy as if the weight of the world was pressing me down into the bed. I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was, but the haze of pain and confusion made it hard to focus. Slowly, the memories came rushing back—the blood, the pain, Seria’s cruel smirk. My hand instinctively went to my stomach, and that’s when I realized. The baby. I gasped, sitting up too quickly, a sharp ache shooting through me. Claire was at my side in an instant, her eyes red-rimmed, her face a mask of heartbreak. She grabbed my hand tightly, squeezing it as if trying to hold me together. “Claire,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “The baby…” Her lip quivered, and tears filled her eyes again. She looked over at the doctor, who was standing at the foot of the bed with a solemn expression. The doctor’s words came out slowly and gently, but each one cut through me like a knife. “I’m sorry. You lost the
The plane touched down in Paris, its wheels skidding lightly on the runway as Claire squeezed my hand, her eyes searching mine for some sign of hope. But I still felt numb. The ache in my chest hadn’t disappeared during the flight, and the thought of starting over in a foreign city made my head spin.“Hey,” Claire said softly as the plane taxied to a stop. “We’re here. Paris, remember? Fresh start. New beginnings.”I offered her a small smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. The city outside was bathed in morning light, the Eiffel Tower just barely visible in the distance through the airport windows. This was supposed to be a new chapter, but all I could feel was the weight of everything I’d left behind. The baby. Killian. The home we had built together.But that was all gone now. There was no going back.The airport was bustling, a sea of people rushing by us as we gathered our luggage and made our way through customs. Claire had arranged for us to stay in a small apartment in Montmartr