I can’t bring myself to leave her side, afraid that I might miss any sign of her awakening. My gaze remains fixed on her face, observing the slow rise and fall of her chest. Each shallow breath she takes feels like a lifeline. I can’t help but hold onto hope for a second chance, an opportunity to make things right and become the man she truly deserves. I’m ready to fight for her love if need be. “Hi, Nathan . Why don’t you go home and change, or at least grab something to eat?” Goerge suggests, his voice surprisingly steady. “I’m okay staying here,” I tell him. “My mom’s a fighter. She’ll make it through. You’ll see,” he says with a small smile, his words carrying a quiet confidence. I glance back at Natalia before looking back at Goerge. “I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back soon,” he says, and I nod. I watch him leave quietly. He’s only gone for a few minutes when Mary Ann breaks the silence. "Nathan Natalia spoke to me before the accident," Mary Ann says with a bitterswee
He surprises me with his response."Is it about the fact that you're my dad? I know about everything now. About me and you."I'm taken aback by his revelation."I had no idea you existed, Goerge , I swear."He looks at me, his eyes earnest."I believe you, Nathan . I also didn’t know you were my father either. Mom must have had a good reason for keeping it a secret,” he says, shrugging casually."Oh," I whisper."Yes. And to be honest, I'm somewhat relieved that Jason isn't my father. He treated mom horribly. She tried to protect me from it, but I still knew. She went through a lot with him. ""I wish I could get a hold of that bastard and make him pay for what she went through. Natalia didn't deserve any of that. She is the sweetest woman I know," I tell him."Yes, she is," Goerge says."What do you want to do when Mom wakes up?" He asks, his voice curious yet composed.I meet his gaze, my emotions swirling within me."I want to be there for her, Goerge . I want to be the man she des
"Miss Ford , can you hear me?" a gentle voice asks. As the fog clears, I glance to my side and see a man wearing blue overalls."My name is Dr. Taylor," he introduces himself. The next few minutes are filled with a series of questions, but I am unsure of when sleep overtakes me once again.When I awaken once more, my heart skips a beat as I spot a familiar figure by my bedside – it’s Nathan . I question if he is merely a figment of my imagination."Nathan , is it really you?" I ask and he smiles."Yes, it’s me, my love." Memories come flooding back, including the realization of my pregnancy."Oh, my baby. Please, tell me she is okay," I implore, my hands instinctively moving to protectively cradle my belly."Yes, the baby is safe, Natalia ," Nathan assures me. Then, it strikes me that he knows about our baby. Memories come rushing back – the news of his engagement, the accident, the pain, and the fear. Panic must be evident on my face because Nathan 's eyes meet mine, and he speaks wi
"Why did you send me back home?" I finally ask, voicing the question that has been nagging at me since I left Miami."I overheard you telling Mildred that what we had was only work. I got scared because I love you, Natalia . The hard truth is I never stopped loving you," he says as he gently places a hand on my arm."You mean it?" I ask, hope blossoming inside me."Yes, my love. I fought hard these past few weeks, thinking you didn't love me," he says."Funny, because I also cried every day, believing you didn't love me, either." I reveal, a tear escaping my own eye.Nathan smiles and a tear slips from his eyes."I promise you; you won't have to shed a tear anymore. I'm here for you, for Goerge , and for our baby," he reassures me, and I gasp, realizing I haven’t told him everything. I glance at the two men beside me."I have to tell you everything. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Goerge ," I say, my voice shaky but determined. His gaze never wavers from mine."You don't have to exp
My heart swells as I stare at him. There is no other response to give the love of my life because I can't imagine life without him either."Yes, Nathan . I'll marry you," I say, a smile spreading across my face. He slips the ring onto my finger and leans down to kiss me passionately. In this beautiful moment, I’m barely aware of Aunt Mary Ann's excitement or our son grinning at me. Everything else blurs as I bask in the joy of this perfect moment.EPILOGUENatalia As I stand at the altar, arm linked with Goerge 's, rush of emotions overwhelms me. My fingers tremble, clutching my bouquet tightly, as my gaze remains fixed on the man who holds my heart, Nathan .Bekah 'swarm smile from the front row brings me comfort, and I exchange a reassuring glance with Aunt Mary Ann. Standing beside Goerge is my uncle, both of them wearing smiles that radiates happiness for Nathan and me. This is the day I've long awaited, and it’s surreal to see my dreams becoming a reality.I can’t forget Matilda
Natalia Love is the deadliest weapon.It’s sharper than a sword. More precise than a sniper’s rifle. It takes without discrimination of age, gender, or race.If you’re human, you’re defenseless. There is no barrier that can stop it. Once you’ve looked into its shadowed eyes, there’s nothing you can do to arm yourself against something so powerful.My father warned me about love. “Keep your head down,” he always said. “Stay focused on what’s in front of you.”He told me love would only bring me betrayal and deception and pain. That loving someone would put me in a vulnerable place. That it was like handing someone a loaded gun, placing their finger on the trigger, and pressing the barrel right over your heart, daring them not to pull.“Their fingers always twitch, Em,” he’d say. “And a bullet to the heart is impossible to survive.”I’d grin at him in that way I knew melted some of the frost from his expression. “I bet I can find someone on the internet who survived a bullet to the hea
It’s true that betrayal can spark to life a bone-deep hatred of someone. But love and hate aren’t natural opposites that cancel each other out. They can reside within the same heart. Bleed into each other. Become so tightly wound around each other that it becomes impossible to tell which is which.Guess I won’t have the time to sort that mess out.“Good night, Natalia .” His deep, warm voice rumbles through me just before the crack of the hammer against the bullet.Pain spears me through the chest and I go down to the floor. White-hot fire blazes from my ribs to my back and I futilely gasp for air .He stands over me, looking at me the way I imagine he has with the dozens of others he’s killed. Then he lifts his arm and aims at my chest once again to deliver the finishing blow.And he shoots.Nathan Four Months Ago…Death.It surrounds me. It’s in everything that I do. Eating. Breathing. Fucking.I wield it like an extension of me, a scythe that forms another limb.I’ve been given th
“I know who you are,” I say to Patterson . “You have information for me?”“Yes. But you’re going to need to see this in person. Can you be here between one and two?”“I’ll be there.”Two hours later, I pull my black Aston Martin DBS Superleggera into the parking lot of the morgue where my father’s autopsy was performed.I remain in the car for a few minutes, breathing deeply, my hands clutched to the steering wheel.For as many people as I’ve sent here, I’ve never been to a morgue. Wish I’d come sooner, seen the blue bodies of random strangers to get acclimated.I step out and go into the building, where I’m met by Patterson . We pass the lone receptionist stationed at a curved desk to the right. She doesn’t bother glancing our way, simply keeps her head bowed over a bowl of noodles.“It’s lunchtime,” Patterson informs me. “Arteta is under Andre’s employ. She won’t let anyone disturb us.”I follow him down a wide sterile-looking hallway that reminds me of the ones in hospitals, with p