Eternal Love for Florence

During our passionate relationship, Pierce Donovan disappeared from my life without a word. He was fifteen years older than me. Since he was my uncle, I should’ve treated him with more formality, but our relationship crossed the line three years ago.I still remembered that night—Pierce was drunk when he kissed me, finally admitting the love he’d kept buried for years. But the next morning, he left with nothing more than a simple goodbye, disappearing without a trace, and for three long years, I searched for him everywhere.Now, standing at the door of room 603, seeing Pierce again, the warmth in his eyes, once filled with love, was gone. What replaced it was nothing but cold indifference. If it weren’t for the small mole near the corner of his eye, I would’ve thought I had the wrong person."Florence, we’ve broken up. Don’t come bothering me again." His words were cold, piercing like a blade straight to my heart. I stood there frozen, staring at his face which appeared both familia

After a night of passion, I had no idea how I even fell asleep. When I woke up, my head was pounding. That alcohol from last night really packed a punch.Rubbing my temples, I sat up and exhaled deeply. Suddenly, a low, husky voice from behind startled me.“Awake?”I shuddered, feeling an overwhelming sense of anxiety, as though I’d been caught doing something wrong. Instinctively, I swallowed hard, pulling the blanket up to cover the intimate marks on my skin. I forced an awkward smile and glanced at him, my mouth opening and closing before I finally managed to say, “Pierce…”He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, his gaze intense and almost mischievous, as if he could see right through me. “That’s not what you called me last night.”My mind immediately flashed back to the madness of the night before, and my cheeks flushed with heat. Did we really…?He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply as if savoring my scent, the scent that only b

I jumped, a gasp escaping my lips. "Why is there blood? Are you hurt?" Panic surged through me as I hurriedly checked his palms and the backs of his hands. Pierce pressed his lips together, pulling his hands away, his movements betraying a hint of unease. I stared at him in confusion, but he avoided my gaze. Then my eyes fell on his elbow, where blood was still dripping down his arm. He seemed completely unaware of the pain, even casually brushing his hand over his neck.My heart raced as I grabbed his arm, my breath catching when I saw the deep, jagged wound. I gasped sharply. Pierce, now visibly more relaxed, simply said, "The blood on the floor must’ve splattered when I got hurt."As I tended to the wound, his brows furrowed, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead, yet he still managed to reassure me. "Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt."Tears welled up in my eyes, nearly spilling over. That afternoon, he didn’t go back to work and obediently came home with me to rest. He claimed

The rain hadn’t stopped, growing heavier as it drenched the city in a thick, misty fog. Cars sped by on the road, splashing water onto me, each drop biting cold against my skin. When I finally got home, the house was empty, eerily silent. My soaked hair dripped continuously, and the sound of water hitting the floor echoed with every step I took, leaving wet trails behind me.I locked myself in my bedroom and didn’t come out all day.It wasn’t until the sound of someone pounding on the door jolted me from my daze that I looked up at the shaking door."Florence, pull yourself together!" Tanya's voice came through."Are you going to let Lucy laugh at you like this?" she yelled from the other side of the door. For a while, there was silence. Just when I thought she’d given up and left, the door swung open. Tanya stood there, waving the spare key in her hand, and sat down beside me on the bed.“Trust me, Pierce must have his reasons for acting this way.”I didn’t understand, but I didn’t

Pierce stood frozen in disbelief, gently setting me down before bending over to pick up the report. His hand clenched around the paper, shaking with increasing force as his entire body trembled.Everyone was struck silent, including myself. My eyes were glued to the words on the report, and just as quickly as my heart had warmed, it turned cold again. I averted my gaze, lowering my head, struggling to hold back the tears.Once again, Pierce had deceived me. His concern, his care from the night before—it had all been a charade, just a bit of fun before his engagement party. But never in my worst nightmares did I think Lucy would end up pregnant."Florence, I never thought you'd stoop so low, seducing Pierce the night before his engagement. He’s your uncle—how disgusting."Lucy strutted forward, her hand resting on her stomach, clearly proud of herself as she stopped right beside me as if flaunting her triumph.I instinctively took a step back, trying to keep some distance between us.