"Yeah, but not every time I wash my hair do I need a full shower," he shot back, making me laugh even harder."Whatever, just hurry up before it's morning!" I shoved him toward the bathroom, half-worried he'd drag me in with him if I stalled too long.On the surface, Hayden's the cool, restrained type—the guy who seems completely uninterested in women. But now I knew better. Once he lets go? It's like opening the floodgates.While he was in the shower, I cleared the table. A habit I'd picked up from my parents—never leave dirty dishes overnight.While Hayden was in the shower, I cleared the table. A habit I'd picked up from my parents—never leave dirty dishes sitting overnight.I was almost done tidying up when the doorbell rang.At first, I figured I misheard, thinking it was coming from a nearby room. But then it rang again. And again. No doubt it was our room.Who would be here this late?I wiped my hands with a napkin and cautiously walked to the door. Even though Hayden wa
"Sir, we're kinda running out of time," the flight attendant said.I sighed. I knew even private jets had rules—there was no way I could make a call now without messing up the whole schedule."Forget it," I muttered, leaning back in my seat."One minute," Jace said suddenly.He was talking to the flight attendant. Then, to my total shock, he handed me his phone.Wait, what? Jace was actually letting me make the call? I stared at him, confused. He had every reason to say no, both as my ex and... well, just because he was Jace Johnston.He didn't bother explaining himself. Instead, he turned toward the window, staring out into the night like we weren't in the middle of something weird.I hesitated but then handed the phone back to the flight attendant. "Just take off."Jace looked over at me, clearly surprised. The flight attendant paused, too, like she wasn't sure who was really calling the shots here. After a beat, Jace sighed, his voice all cool and distant. "Take off."The f
"No, no way. It was just us at home, and even the pets don't stress him out anymore," Lindey said, then suddenly went quiet.I raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. Before I could ask, Lindey grabbed my hand like she was hanging onto a lifeboat. "Wait... after I massaged him and he said he'd lie down on the couch, my phone rang. I picked it up, and... I think I heard him on a call too."My stomach dropped. Could that phone call have set him off?"Where's his phone?" I asked, trying to keep calm.Lindey patted her pockets and frowned. "Ugh, I didn't bring it. It's probably at the house."Perfect. No way to grab it now, but something about that call wasn't sitting right. Like, what if that triggered all this?Before I could spiral further, Wayne and Jace came back, looking super serious. Whatever Wayne told Jace while I was with Lindey must've been bad. They both looked like they knew more than they were saying, and it made my chest tighten.I wanted to ask them what they'
Seeing Matthew struggle so hard to speak, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.I'd seen him in so many ways—confident, strong, always in control—but never like this, never this weak."Don't cry, Rea... don't cry," Matthew whispered, lifting his hand with all the strength he had left, trying to wipe my tears away.I quickly grabbed his hand, wiping my tears on my sleeve instead. But then I froze.Wait—this wasn't my jacket.It was Jace's.He'd dragged me out of the hotel earlier, and I was still in my nightgown. Once we got in the car, he handed me his jacket. I wanted to refuse, but it's not like I could go out in just a camisole, so I put it on. And I'd been wearing it ever since."Mm, I won't cry," I promised, lifting my tear-streaked face and forcing a small smile.Matthew looked at me with an expression that was both gentle and complicated, the kind that made my stomach twist. I tightened my grip on his hand. "You'll be okay. You have to be okay.""I know my own body," M
"No," Matthew insisted, shaking his head. "Don't let your thoughts run wild... I just think you should focus on your work, and your future with Hayden."His voice grew weaker with every word. The nurse stepped forward, clearly ready to step in, but Matthew stopped her with just a look. She sighed and said, "One more minute, at most."I knew how bad things were with him, and even though I needed to know what he was hiding, I couldn't push him now. His health had to come first. "We can talk later. You need to rest."But Matthew gripped my hand, tighter than I expected. "Rea, promise me."His desperation hit hard. The more he insisted, the more certain I became—there was something off about my parents' accident.But I could see it in his eyes—he wasn't going to say anything more. It felt pointless to push him. With how fragile he was, I could only let it go, at least for now. "Alright, I promise."The tension in his face finally eased, but he still didn't let go of my hand. "Rea, lo
The familiar scent of him hit me, and so did that suffocating feeling.I stood frozen for a moment, until his low voice cut through the tension. "Do you really care about him that much now?"My fingers curled at my sides. There was a time when I cared this much about Jace, too. I used to text him just to let him know I was having dinner with Lena, even though he never really appreciated it.And now, when my care was for someone else, he had the audacity to get upset and ask me this?"Yeah, I do. Of course I care about him. He's my man. Why wouldn't I?" I locked eyes with him as I said it, letting it sting.A direct hit, a trick I'd learned from him.Even though Jace and I had been over for a while, it didn't erase the pain he'd left behind.There were moments when those scars still burn.So if I can throw a verbal punch and make him feel even a sliver of what I went through, why not?Of course, that only would work if he still cared. Otherwise, my hit wouldn't land at all.Ja
Since I couldn't shove Jace off, there wasn't much else I could do. He really was something—so full of himself.But if he wanted to live in his little fantasy, fine. Let him. The deeper he clung to his delusions, the harder he'd fall. Maybe that was karma catching up with him. Or maybe it was my parents, watching over me, making sure he stayed stuck in the past while I kept moving forward."Gavin will bring you a phone soon. Get some rest," Jace finally said, releasing me.He turned and walked away, back straight—just like always.There was a time I'd watch him walk away and feel a rush of happiness. Now, I felt nothing. Detached. Like he was a stranger.I headed downstairs, and as soon as I hit the lobby, there was Gavin already waiting for me. "Ms. Kay, Mr. Johnston asked me to get you a new phone, the same brand you prefer, but it's the latest model," he said, handing me a bag.I didn't even look at it. "I don't need it. Just give me your phone," I replied, not in the mood for
"Baked pears. He specially ordered them in the middle of the night," Gavin explained, placing the still-warm bag of pears. "He said your throat sounded hoarse, so he got this to help."The warmth seeped into my palms as I stared down at the bag and tea. It was such a thoughtful gesture—one that left me more confused than comforted.Gavin had already started the car. "Ms. Kay, should I take you to Emberholm?" he asked, referring to Willow Residences, where I lived.Hearing that, I suddenly realized how Jace had found me outside my place that night. Clearly, Gavin had done some digging and passed the info along."No," I said flatly.Gavin paused, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "Then... where should I take you?""Pull over," I said quietly.Gavin jolted slightly at my request but obediently pulled the car to the curb. He glanced back, clearly confused. "Ms..."I cut him off. "I'm not going home. I'll head to the surgical recovery unit."For a moment, I had been so