Hello everyone. I already know that I am not everyone’s favorite person right now and this is only going to make you hate me and the book more. This chapter is basically a rewrite of the the last two chapters. I tried to please everyone by pacing them meeting again as fast as possible but I got stuck and felt nothing while writing. This was how I intended to write this part from the very beginning and I know exactly what comments I’ll see. “it’s dragging” “nothing interesting is happening” But I’m only trying to complete this book in the best way I can. I already made mistakes but if this is the only way the ideas can flow, then I apologize for how much you’re going to have to hate me and my book a lot more. I’m genuinely sorry.
LESLIE’S POV “He’s here. Where are you?”—Cole. I stare at the message from Cole that was sent about five minutes ago. That’s also how long I have been parked in the company’s parking lot, doing nothing but pondering on whether coming here is a good idea. When I asked Cole two days ago to invite
LESLIE’S POV I should have stayed in the car. That regret comes only after I have intervened and now I catch myself wondering why exactly that happened. Was it because I couldn’t stand seeing Kian get punched in the face? Or because a boy who looks up to me as an older sister was about to get pumme
KIAN’S POV I’ve had a terrible day. First, I woke up all sore from the cheap mattress at a motel room which is the only place I could afford during my stay here in Seattle. Then I was served the most terrible meal I have ever eaten courtesy of the motel’s room service. After that, I got into an
LESLIE’S POV I waited for his call for an entire day but it never came. Every time my phone lit up or vibrated, I dropped everything I was doing to run to it only to be met with spam calls and messages. My daily routine that included going to the gym, grocery shopping and then designing was disrupt
I nervously usher him into the living room and go to the kitchen to get him water. When I return, I see his eyes wandering around the room and I wonder if he suspects anything. If he does, he doesn’t show it. He perches himself on one side of my couch and takes the cup of water from me. I don’t kn
KIAN’S POV Her warmth encircling me is everything—everything I’ve missed, everything I’ve craved and everything I thought I would never have again. With that one word, she has my knees so close to bending and has my rage at her disappearing into oblivion. I didn’t mean to be angry or to say those
LESLIE’S POV How I went three years without Kian is beyond anything I can comprehend. Before him, I felt like I was enough. I told myself often that I didn’t need anyone and if I’m being honest, it served me well. It made me focus, knowing that all I had was myself. Even with my found family co
LESLIE’S POV The blissful feeling instantly turns to horror at the sight of Cole. I know that his presence will change everything but I still hold on to the hope that the bond Kian and I have built in the last few days is strong enough to withstand this moment. I am to blame for Cole being here a
AUTHOR’S NOTE. Phew!😮💨🥹 Where to begin, where to begin. It has been one hell of a journey with this book. Started a little over six months ago and it still shocks me that I actually came this far with it. Of all the books I have written, this is the only one whose ending didn’t feel underwh
EPILOGUE NO.2 LESLIE’S POV (Six years later) Avery is missing. Again. And so is my credit card for which I just got a notification of a debited payment; Fifty dollars to be exact. Little rascal must have snatched it from my purse. The nanny that called me about her disappearance continues to fr
EPILOGUE NO.1LESLIE’S POV(A few months later)“YOU SLEPT WITH WHO?!!!” I’m as big as a whale but I still manage to shoot up to my feet with a speed that can only be likened to that of lightning. My drawing board clatters to the ground in the process. I'm heavily pregnant but I still design to whi
“Of course, it’s just a joke.” I say, and even laugh a little to lighten up the mood and salvage the situation.“A joke?”I swear, she pales even further. She looks…hurt? Ughh, fuck this, I’m done. I sit up straighter, damning my fears to hell. “That wasn’t a joke. Far from it. I don’t want it to b
KIAN’S POVI’m nervous as hell.It’s fifteen minutes past the agreed time for the crew to come around for my ‘grand’ proposal but the delay is not in any way their fault. It’s mine. Each time their heads pop out the door of the small room behind Leslie to ask if it’s time, I subtly shake my head. I
KIAN’S POV “How long are you going to hold on to that?” Cole’s voice startles me. The ring box I was playing with in my hands almost slips out of my hold but I catch it before it can fall to the ground. I glare in Cole’s way as I tuck the box safely back into the last drawer beside my office desk.
LESLIE’S POV (Another week later) I’m starting to think the news weatherman is a fraud. Three years ago and now, his forecast about a perfect sunny day is entirely wrong. The sky harbours thick clouds that hide the sun no matter how desperate she wants to take a peek. It’s no different from tha
LESLIE’S POV (One week later) > ***************************************************** Read and delete. It’s the third time this week and I’m starting to get sick of seeing the words “corpse”, “body” and “Funeral”. I’ve been subconsciously blaming the innocent little thing growing ins
LESLIE’S POV I join Kian’s mother outside the room, closing the door behind me. She is still stewing in anger, face red with rage that’s waiting to be unleashed. Usually, I would do anything to pacify her so I wouldn't be at the receiving end of that unbridled rage. Now? Irritation is all I feel at