Nicola Taylor I set the bed while Cole was in the shower, while I kept thinking. What should I wear? The thought of choosing something that wouldn’t entice him gnawed at me. I knew that once his memory returned, we would have a big problem to face. After all, we were technically separated, a
Nicola Taylor He hovered over me as I trembled beneath him, my body reacting to every caress, every brush of his lips against my skin. When he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the hollow of my throat, I let out a soft moan, my hands instinctively reaching out to pull him closer. He obliged, his mou
Nicola Taylor I glanced at the clock, noting that it was already 11 a.m. I had to drag myself out of bed early to drop Arabella off at school, but I had been taking days off since Cole’s accident. Technically, I hadn’t really slept at all last night. I’ve never seen this side of Cole before, and it
“We shouldn’t,” I whispered weakly, even as my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch, craving more of the connection that had ignited between us. “I can’t help it, Nicola,” he murmured, his voice soft but insistent as he gazed into my eyes. “Your eyes—they’re so big and beautiful. I could look a
Nicola Taylor "Okay, Cole, follow my finger with your eyes." The doctor’s voice was calm, methodical, as he moved his finger back and forth in front of Cole’s face. Sienna and I stood by, our eyes glued to the scene, a mix of hope and dread swirling inside us. Cole did as he was told, his eyes tra
Nicola Taylor Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I had expected this conversation at some point, but not so soon, and certainly not with such raw emotion. Sienna’s tears mirrored my own, her desperation tugging at the corners of my resolve. “Sienna, it’s not about me,” I tried to explain,
Nicola Taylor For the first time in weeks, I left Cole alone at home and attended my class. I couldn't shake the worry gnawing at my thoughts, the anxiety of not being there if he needed me. To cope, I made his favourite cheesecake, hoping that familiar flavours might trigger a memory, any memory.
He hesitated, his brow furrowing in confusion, but then he nodded slowly choosing to just trust me. “Okay, I’ll put it in the drawer but,” he said, carefully placing the photo inside. As he did, I couldn’t help but wonder how great our marriage and relationship would have been if he didn’t have any
Nicola Taylor I sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, staring at the entrance of Cole’s office building. I felt utterly defeated. Six years ago, my life had crumbled in his absence. And now, here I was again, stuck in an endless loop, except this time, I wasn’t competing with the
Cole Harrington I watched Nicola walk off, her retreating figure stirring something uneasy in my chest. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me like a storm cloud refusing to dissipate. I felt suffocated, torn between what was happening and what I was inadvertently doing to the woman I c
Nicola Taylor The weight of her words hit like a tidal wave. I felt my chest tighten as I realized what she’d sacrificed, and I could see the shift in Cole’s expression. The anger in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something closer to heartbreak. “And you just… agreed to that?” he asked, his voice b
“Because I knew you wouldn’t let me go,” she said simply. “You would’ve fought him, and he would’ve come after you too. After Arabella. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let him hurt you the way he wanted to hurt me.” The three of us stood in silence, the weight of Courtney’s confession hanging heavy
Nicola Taylor Arabella went back inside, her small figure disappearing into the house with a frustrated sigh. The heavy front door creaked as it closed, leaving just the three of us standing in the cool morning air. Silence settled over the driveway, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves i
Nicola Taylor The night was a restless blur. Aaron’s small, trembling body pressed against mine as he cried himself to sleep, his tears soaking through my shirt. I stayed with him, stroking his hair and whispering soft reassurances until his breathing evened out. Even then, I couldn’t bring myself
Nicola Taylor As I sat on Emma’s worn but cozy couch, “I think I should head home now,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence between us. “I miss my kids, and I can’t keep running away. If I stay away much longer, Cole might do something drastic to track me down.” The thought made my stomach ch
Cole Harrington “Where is she?” my mom screamed, her voice cutting through the thick tension in the room as her glare landed on Courtney. Courtney shrank back, but she didn’t respond, her face pale and drawn. My mother had never been a fan of Courtney—not openly hostile, but certainly not warm. S
Nicola Taylor Her apartment was modest but surprisingly clean. A small living room with a sagging couch and mismatched furniture opened into a kitchenette. A door to the left likely led to her bedroom, and there was a pile of laundry in one corner. The faint smell of lavender hung in the air, mixi