Cole HarringtonI gripped the blanket, which she had covered herself with again, and gave it a firm tug. She shrieked, clutching it tighter to herself, but I wasn’t about to give up. Not when she looked this damn delicious, wrapped up and flustered, trying so hard to hide from me."Stop fighting, Ni
Cole Harrington I adjusted my tie as I headed downstairs, reluctantly getting ready to leave for the office. If it weren’t for the fact that Lucas and I had an important meeting lined up, I’d have loved to stay back with Nicola and continue our… activity from earlier. The memory of her in that out
Cole HarringtonI stayed silent, feeling the tightness in my throat as he continued, "I mean, now I can say these things about her, but if you remembered her... well, it’d be a touchy subject, let’s just say that.”“Alright, what else?” I asked, knowing he was still holding back.Dad shifted in his
Nicola Taylor I was setting up Arabella's new room, carefully arranging her things, wondering if Cole hadn’t destroyed his old room with Courtney, would it have helped him regain his memory? The thought clung to me as I placed the Elsa pillow down on the bed. The room was coming together nicely—a s
Nicola Taylor “Cole, please, just go upstairs,” I begged, my voice strained with desperation. I could feel the tension in the room thickening, like a storm brewing on the horizon. This was bad—really bad—and the last thing I wanted was for him to get dragged into something that could seriously mess
“No, no,” Mrs. Simmons sputtered, her bravado cracking. “Just pay our debts, then. We can’t afford it. You can’t leave us like this. We’re family. Please Cole, we love you like our son.” Cole’s face was a mask of cold fury. “You should’ve thought about that before you spent money you didn’t have,”
Nicola Taylor"I can't believe you married into my insane life." Cole sounded almost upset, his tone heavy with frustration. He leaned back on the couch, rubbing his temples like he couldn’t quite shake off the mess that came with his past.Sitting beside him in our cozy living room, I tried to keep
Nicola TaylorThe backyard was a vision straight out of a fairy tale. The decorations sparkled under the warm afternoon sun, turning the space into a magical wonderland for Arabella’s birthday. Twinkling fairy lights wrapped around tree trunks and hung from branches, casting a gentle glow.Pastel-co
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