♞Adrian: I had been searchng for her for years. On an estimate, twenty-five months, one week and three fucking days now. After she signed the divorce papers, she made sure to completely vanish her presence from my life. Completely. I couldn't find her anywhere. Not in New York. Not in the damn country, or any neighbouring country. She left me with just one thing, and that was her signature on the divorce papers. I brushed a finger through my hair and absentmindedly tapped my finger on the table in my office as I recalled the sheer pain that had stabbed through me the night I saw her signature on those papers. She wasn't supposed to sign them and leave. That wasn't what I had planned. That wasn't how I thought everything would turn out. But I was happy she had left without looking back. Glad she would be able to live her life hating me. Actually, I was only happy at first. That was until I realized I wasn't fucking dying yet. In fact, the doctor had completely made me believe
♛ Aurora: The afternoon air hit me on the face the moment I stepped out of my car and stared outside the big expanse of land that was empty. The land for the charity project. The site was alive with activity, volunteers in neon vests unloading the supplies, and the framework of what would soon be the community center taking shape. My gaze dropped to the time on my wristwatch, and I brushed my fingers through my hair, before looking up at the empty land which would be something more of buildings and facilities in the next couple of months. Hopefully everything would go smoothly. I took a slow breath, letting the warm air of the afternoon settle into me, calming my nerves. This project was supposed to be the beginning of something fresh, a purpose I could throw myself into without distractions. And I was happy about it, glad it's finally starting. But somehow, I could still feel a small empty feeling swirling my tummy. “Ms. Smith, the materials for the roofing will be a
♞ Adrian: The car came to a sharp halt at the site, I dropped the tab in my hand, closing off the last email I had to review. I looked up and glanced over at the passenger seat where my assistant was sitting. “Chris.” I called out to him, my eyes trailed outside and I glanced over at the couple of people standing outside the gate. I could already tell they were from the press with the way they were dressed. Chris looked up from the rearview mirror, “Do you need anything, sir?” I shook my head at his question, and asked him instead, “Was there later a response?” I didn't need to spell it out, he realized immediately I asked. “No, sir. There was nothing.” “Are you sure?” It sounded odd but it wasn't that I was expecting much. It's been almost a week since I informed Chris to send out an invite to Rory's company, requesting for her presence, but she diligently ignored it. Till now, there have been no response. I had waited at first, hoping she responds. It wasn't unti
Chapter 14 ♞ Adrian: I should have let her walk away. It would have been the smart thing to do. But when it came to her, I had never been smart. Before she could take another step, I shifted forward, blocking her path. Her assistant spared me a displeased look, but I simply ignored her. Turning back my attention to the stubborn woman before me. Her eyes were glaring daggers at me. Glares that could have worked well If looks could kill. “You can't keep walking away every time, Rory. Eventually you'll have to face me and talk.” My voice was low, but there was an edge to it. I just wanted her to listen to me. I wasn't asking for her to immediately forgive me. I just wanted to... A deep breath escaped my lips. She barely hesitated, her face was blank. “I'm not walking away. I’m going back to work.” I exhaled sharply, trying to tamp down my frustration. “Then tell me something—how long do you plan to keep avoiding me?” I wanted to know. I needed to. Her lips pressed to
Aurora:I could feel a dull ache in my chest. Dull, sharp, aching, painful and numbing. The kind that wouldn't go no matter what I try to do.A breath escaped my lips, and I stared outside the window of the tinted glasses on the car. My mind was pulled to the past, and a sharp ache steered through my chest, hitting me right in the heart.****FLASHBACK“I promise we've tried our best,” the doctor said, his voice sounding dry, too dry. He added with a sigh, “But there's nothing more we can do.”“No—no, please, doctor. Please help me. Save my dad. He's really all I have left!” My voice cracked as I clutched his sleeve, desperation tightening in my chest, my voice sounded more than broken to my ears.My gaze fell on the hospital bed where my father lay unconscious, his face was still. His brows are as thick as mine, his nose just as sharp, but his once-warm eyes remain closed. He can’t see me. He can’t hear me. He can't look at me. He can't even move a finger.He's been in a coma for two
♛ Aurora: “What did Liam do again?” I asked, already used to the continuous flop and flip of her boyfriend. For someone who wouldn't waste a time to tell me to stop sulking on someone who doesn't care about me, Trish didn't quite follow her rules. They’ve been together for almost five years, one would think the fluffy blonde boy had plans of proposing to her. But no, all he’s ever done was fumble. Again and again. Trish was in love with him, more than the usual. So, all his actions always had a way of breaking a part of her heart, and disappointing her all over again. I placed my food away, and turned my attention to her, waiting for answers. Trish sighed, leaning against the counter and staring at the ceiling like it might have answers. “I don’t even know why I’m surprised anymore,” she muttered. I frowned, picking at the food she forced on me when her gaze dropped to it. “What happened?” She let out a dry laugh. “The usual, Rory.” She breathed, “The usual. He cheated.” My
♞ Adrian: “The flowers were sent to her office earlier this morning.” I glanced at the message from my assistant, my thumb hovering over the screen for a moment before locking my phone and slipping it into my pocket. A small smile tipped across my lips, but it disappeared just as fast as it came. The car rolled to a stop in front of the Rossi estate. I stared at the entrance, releasing a slow breath before pushing the door open and stepping out. I didn't like coming here. The only reason was because my father had called for a family dinner night. It’s been ages since the last time we had a family dinner, which is why I couldn't decline. I only came out of respect for him. The house hadn’t changed. The same black high gates, the same neatly cut garden, the same presence that managed to feel somehow familiar and suffocating for me all at once. I climbed the steps slowly, slipping my hands into my pockets, before I could even reach for the handle of the entrance, the heavy doors
♛ Aurora: I absentmindedly tapped my fingers on the office table, staring blankly at the screen of my laptop. My gaze dropped to my phone to check the time. It was still as early as 9. A.M I looked up and saw Bonnie scrolling through her work tab, and reviewing some emails we received earlier this morning. “What’s my schedule like?” I asked as I stood up from my swivel chair, walking over to the refrigerator. I opened it and picked a yoghurt. I turned back to the table and poured it in a glass cup, before walking back to my seat. “You have a meeting with one of our business partners in the next thirty minutes. A zoom call by 12 P.M. And lastly, visiting the site from 2 P.M to 5 P.M.” She listed off and I nodded. “Inform Edward about the meeting in the next thirty minutes.” I told Bonnie and she nodded before turning and heading to the door. Few minutes later, she stepped out, leaving me alone in the medium sized office. I turned my chair and my gaze trailed over the certificate
♛ Aurora: “So, don’t tell me you actually agreed to go on a date with him just because of that?” I scooped the oat cereal from the bowl on the dining table before bringing it up to my lips. Trish sat across from me on her seat on the table as she dug into the pasta we just finished cooking less than ten minutes ago. I had gone through the details of Noah’s visit in my office today, and somehow with how she was staring at me, I couldn’t tell whether she was pleased with the idea of me going out on a date with him, or whether she was displeased. I picked at my cereal, already losing my appetite because of this conversation, while Trish shook her head as she twirled her fork in her pasta, watching me with an expression that made my skin itch. “Say whatever’s on your mind before you explode,” I muttered. Trish sighed. “I just don’t get it. You don’t even like Noah. So why waste your time?” I spared her a blank look, “I already told you the reason. That it stems from his mother push
♛ Aurora: My gaze fell on the neatly brushed sleek black hair, before it trailed lower to the pair of dark brown eyes staring right at me. My brows creased into a frown, “Noah?” Noah’s lips pulled up into a warm smile, “Hi. Aurora.” he greeted softly. “I had no idea you were coming around,” I stated, and he simply shrugged at my words. “Had no intention of letting you know I was going to drop by your office.” He said after a moment. How did he know my office? I had no idea. But I don't think it would have been difficult to. He must have asked around. And besides, Astra & Co. was a company one could easily locate in the city. After we saw each other at the charity event weeks back, I hadn't seen him since then, and I was far too occupied. I almost forgot about the fact that I could call him since we exchanged numbers that night. I stepped aside from the door, and gestured, “You can come inside.” He nodded, and without another word he stepped inside the office. He w
♛ Aurora: Despite what I thought, and despite continuously convincing myself to not care about Lucy’s words the other day, I still couldn’t ignore what she had said. I knew for a fact that I shouldn't simply believe whatever she said without confirming it first from Adrian, but still… I ran my fingers through my hair, and let my head fall on the headrest with my eyes closed. Should I just speak with him? That wouldn’t be easy to do, at least on my part but it would make my thoughts stop spiralling this way. A deep breath escaped my lips, and I finally opened my eyes after a long moment. It’s been exactly three days from then, and to my surprise Adrian hadn’t shown up at the site this week, which was really weird, especially considering the fact that he had been the one constantly showing up everyday since we started two weeks ago. “Ma’am, are you listening to me?” My eyes finally trailed up at the sound of Bonnie’s voice I blinked, pulling myself out of my thoughts, and
♞ Adrian: “From how you handled the issue with the divorce years back, do you think you deserve her forgiveness easily?” The question was sudden. My fingers subconsciously stopped tapping at the armrest of the couch I was sitting on. My gaze trailed outside the window, and fell on the song sparrow perched on the window sill, twitching annoyingly, and tapping the window glass with its beak. The bird must have noticed me gazing at it, it tilted its head. Left. Right, and then left again, before it turned around and flew away. The absence of the sparrow brought back my attention to Iris’s question which threw me deep in thought. There was a particular reason why I had chosen Iris as my therapist years ago. Actually, it goes both ways. She believes she had chosen me herself, while I, on the other hand, know for a fact that I picked her out of the countless options available back then. She had a reputation for being sharp and brutally honest. She didn’t sugarcoat things or
♞Adrian: The bed’s getting colder, and she’s still not here. I sit up, dragging a hand down my face, and running a hand over the empty sheets beside me, my fingers brushing over the fabric where she used to sleep. The clock on the nightstand reads at 2:47 AM, reminding me that sleep hasn’t come easy in years. I stared blankly at the ceiling, not realizing how fast the time had gone into the night. I should be used to this by now. It’s been three fucking years. Three years since I signed those divorce papers with my own damn hands. I stare down at my hands… could I just fucking cut them? I believe I should, but then how would I go after Rory when I’m handicapped? I cursed under my breath, recalling every single thing from back then. I told and convinced my self that I was doing the right thing. That she deserved better than a man who might not make it out alive. But I never expected the regret for my actions to feel like this… like a dull knife pressed against my ribs, cutt
Chapter 25♛Aurora:I could feel the sharp ringing in my head as I stepped out of his office and he didn't call me back. I didn’t want him to simply whisper my name to himself, or call me the endearments he had always used that have carved themselves to my heart, I wanted him to call me back. And talk to me, regardless of who is around us.It was supposed to be that simple. What on earth could he be keeping to himself that he couldn’t just simply say?Except it was something he didn’t want the media to find out about. I sharply recalled him coughing furiously and painfully at the club that night. Was all this something related to that? I shook my head at the thought.I doubt it was. From then till now I've held to the belief that the reason for the divorce is because the love that was once there somehow wasn’t there again after three years.People usually fall out of love… I just didn’t expect… Actually, all these didn’t matter anymore.A conflicting emotion seared through my veins
♛ Aurora: A simple response on handling the situation was what I had wanted and requested from Adrian. A plan, an email, or maybe a short Zoom call on how to handle the situation. Not this. Not something that would involve me standing outside Blueprint Corp. at eleven the next morning. Edward opened the door for me from the outside, and I stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of my blazer. A breath of air escaped my lips. Beside me, Bonnie checked something on her tablet before glancing up at me. “The meeting is supposed to start in three minutes,” she informed me. I nodded, inhaling the warm Monday morning air as my eyes trailed up the neat and bold lettering on the skyscraper. Blueprint. I pressed my lips into a thin line. As far as I remember, I had never been here before… maybe once, probably, and not significant enough that I could easily remember. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to be in his company. It was something he built while we were facing a hard time in our marri
♛ Aurora: Eventually, Trish had to drive us back home because I wasn't in the right state of mind to drive. I don't think I've felt this lost in a long time. Despite the fact that she was usually a menace on the road, always driving fast and bumping into things, she drove slowly today, giving me the chance to rest my head against the tinted window without fear that she might suddenly speed up and make me hit my head. She hadn't said anything since we left the diner. I hadn’t either. There really was nothing to say, and I appreciated the silence and the fact that she didn’t bring up Adrian. She just quietly gave me the space to think. A deep breath escaped my lips as the car pulled to a slow stop in front of our apartment. Without a word, we both stepped out, grabbed the bags from the trunk, and climbed the stairs to the porch. She pulled out her keys and slid one into the keyhole before turning the lock and opening the door. Trish stepped inside, and I followed. Silen
♛ Aurora: My heart dropped to my stomach, and my cutlery fell from my hand, clattering on the plate. I turned to Dmitri, and he was quick to raise his hands in surrender. “I promise you this wasn't planned.” He could be lying, but somehow, I had a feeling he was being honest with me. I simply shook my head and tugged at Trish’s shirt. “Let's leave.” She finally looked up from her meal at the same time Leon did, and it was at that moment they both finally noticed the suddenly still air. “What the hell is he doing here?” Trish didn't hold back, clearly pissed. She threw a displeased look at both Leon and Dmitri. “I knew it wasn't a good idea coming along with you two.” Without another word, I shifted in my seat, picked up my purse, and slid out of the booth. Trish followed. I did well to ignore Adrian’s presence and not turn my gaze to the door where he stood. I didn’t even glance up at him again. Not even when he started walking over to the booth we were standing by.