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
♞ Adrian: Barely three hours after my assistant confirmed the flowers had been delivered, he texted me again. Christian: Sir, the flowers have been… disposed of. Disposed of? What does that mean? “Explain,” I replied, texting back and keeping my cutlery aside, pushing the plate of food away too. I looked up from the table, and my gaze fell on my mother who was staring at me with an innocent smile. I had only come here for dinner with my family, but then it was quick to turn into Lunch and then dinner later, Just because unfortunately I came very early. My phone buzzed on the table and I picked it up to see the message Christian, my assistant sent. The moment I read it, I could feel a bitter taste moving down my throat and swirling in my stomach. I wasn't hungry any more, my stomach was now filled with nothing but a sour mood. Christian’s message was very precise and straight to the point, it read: Christian: It was thrown out. Evicted. Sent to an early grave. May the red r
♛ Aurora: It was a normal Sunday morning. Trish and I had absolutely nothing to do, because it was a free work day. We were sitting in our apartment, munching on only popcorn 'cause we both felt terribly lazy to cook, then she suggested we go grocery shopping. Our fridge was empty. The only thing you'd find there is probably yoghurts and drinks. No fruits, veggies or even left over. So we were famished. “Oh My God! you disposed it off?” She exclaimed as I told her how my week went. I pressed my lips into a thin line, and turned to look at her, expecting to see a disappointed look that I threw a gift away. I bet if she was there she would have told me to keep the gift, throw the box, and throw the roses. And perhaps tell me to burn the letter and leave the ashes in an envelope by the waste. I hadn't even told her about the letter yet. “What exactly was in the gift box he sent?” Trish asked me as I stared down at the fresh fruits on the cart. I grabbed a bunch of banana
♛ Aurora: I sighed, releasing my grip on the steering wheel as Dmitri and Leon strolled over, looking far too at ease. Trish, on the other hand, was practically vibrating in her seat. I looked around again, and when I noticed there was no sign of Adrian, I released a deep breath. If it’s just the two of them, then we should be able to talk and leave immediately. Easy peasy. “I swear, if they say anything annoying, I’m throwing a coconut at them,” She muttered, reaching for one of the grocery bags. I gave her a look. “We didn’t buy a coconut. And why on earth would you even think about throwing a coconut at someone?” My brows creased. She huffed and puffed out a breath. “Fine. An apple, then.” Before I could respond, Dmitri tapped on my window with a friendly smile, his bright blue eyes staring at me. “Well, well, look who we ran into.” I rolled the window down halfway. “Hey, Dmitri. Leon.” It had been years since I last saw them. And while I had a good relationship
♛ Aurora: My heels crunched on the gravel as I made my way towards the small crowd forming around the scaffolding near the eastern side of the site. The workers looked up to meet my eyes the closer I got. Their heads turned in my direction as I approached. The conversation they were having was hushed and I could barely hear them clearly, but what I couldn't miss was the serious tone in their voices. A few men had taken off their hard hats, while a few were simply wiping sweat that trickled down their faces. Some of them looked pale. The strong smell of dust and concrete lingered in the breeze, and just beneath it, there was a stronger metallic smell. I looked up at the scaffold building that just crashed, and fear slowly creeped into my heart as I slowed into a stop. “It's so bad,” Bonnie pointed out from behind me as she stopped walking too. I was beyond shocked and scared to respond to her words. I clutched the strap of my bag tighter and pressed my lips together
♛ Aurora: “Oh My God. I'm not even surprised! I told you from the start that I absolutely do not trust her at all!” Mia said in a displeased tone. I released a deep breath, recalling the severe number of times she had seriously wanted me to be careful with Bonnie. But I hadn't listened. I needed someone effective back then and Bonnie was exactly what I wanted. So I hadn't even thought about the consequences at all. I easily trusted her when she displayed her clean ways of handling situations and making my work a little easier for me. “Yeah, I remember when you were warned me about her,” I said, tracing a path along the pocket of my pants as the car drove past the bustling city of New York. “But you didn't listen. Now see.” “I did listen, Mia. I just couldn't let a good employee go just because you had a bad feeling about her.” I said down the line. “Well, the signs were from the start that she’s not someone to be trusted.” “If a lot of employers simply removed their workers j
♞ Adrian: Leon didn’t say a word. Nothing at all. He didn’t move either. Not even an inch. The only sign he’d even heard me was the slight widening of his eyes. For a moment, we just stared at each other. I ran my fingers through my thick dark hair, because the longer it took to say a word, the more the turmoil in my head swallowed me slowly. Because what on earth do I do? Most importantly, how do I tell Rory? I sighed, when would this space she needs be okay? I don't even know. Finally, Leon let out a slow breath and leaned back into the couch like everything I said were finally settling in. “Say something,” I muttered roughly, fighting back the urge to run a finger through my hair and tug it. He scrubbed a hand down his face. “You’re serious about this?” he raised a brow and asked, like he was hoping I would say it was all a joke. Honestly I wish it was. It wasn’t a question. I nodded once, and tight. “Jesus Christ, Adrian.” Leon dropped his head back aga
Chapter 82 Aurora: Her question was so sudden and completely random from the conversation we had been talking about, that I was caught off guard for a moment. Trish’s brows were squinted tightly as she waited for a response from me. After a quiet moment I finally answered with a shake of my head, “Work.” “Work?” She didn't look like she believed me but after a while she nodded, “Alright. I made dinner before falling asleep earlier. Have you eaten?” she asked, completely changing the topic, and I felt light hearted that she did, because I wanted to get my mind off the message. I shook my head and let out a breath. I had been so occupied that I didn't eat anything today. I doubt I would have even been able to eat anything with the way my stomach has been tied in knots since morning. “I haven't,” I answered, before asking, “What did you make?” I turned around and made my way down the hallway, before making a turn and walking over to the kitchen, with Trish trailing right behind me.
♛ Aurora: “The simplest misunderstanding could crack even the strongest of relationships. At times it's just better to let things go than go round and round. Rough.” My heart dropped to my stomach when I read the first message. I staggered on my footsteps as I rushed out of my room, hitting my shoulders on the wall but hardly feeling any pain as I turned down the hallway and rushed towards Trish’s room. Before I could get there another message came in, and this time it stopped me dead in my tracks. “Did you ever try to find out the person behind the wheels? Not your accident. I mean, hit and run with your mom, or don't you think it’s important to seek justice for her dead poor soul?” The last sentence felt like a bucket of water had been splashed on my face, as it knocked me back to the image of my mother being rushed to the hospital with blood on her clothes, her face, her fingers. There was blood everywhere. My fingers gripped my phone tightly, trying to hold myself back to t
♞ Adrian: I wasn’t planning to stop. I had every intention of driving straight home, taking a long-ass shower, and figuring out what the hell I was going to do to make things right with Rory. But the next thing I knew, my hands had turned the wheel and my car rolled to a halt in front of Leon’s place. My phone buzzed in my pants, and I stepped out of the car, closing the door shut behind me before I brought the phone out and checked who was calling. I halted in my steps when I noticed it was Christian. I slid the answer button before pressing the phone to my ear, “What's it?” I asked the moment I answered. There was shuffling from the other end, before he finally spoke out, “I got in touch with the guy for the tracking.” I ran my fingers through my hair and released a deep breath before asking, “And what’s the update on it?” Christian didn't answer immediately, and after a long quiet moment he finally answered, “I'll text you the details in five minutes.” “Alri
♛ Aurora: “I can't do this,” I whispered, more to myself, but loud enough for him to hear me. I couldn't even concentrate on driving while I was on my way home. And it was all because of him. To make it all worse, Lucy's attempt at planting seeds of doubts in my head had somehow worked. I couldn't think. My heart felt like it was being shredded into tiny pieces, and it tore me apart. I was so tired of all this. And despite all the love I had in my heart for him, it was a pity that he didn't trust our love so much to be able to completely be honest with me. What on earth could he be keeping to himself that wasn't worth me knowing? Nothing, absolutely nothing serious. The only ever thing that had tore me apart in my years of living was my parents' death, because they left me all alone. Second to that was my divorce with Adrian. And third, was the child I lost. There was nothing else he could say that could destroy me so much that it would break our very fragile relations
♞ Adrian: I scrubbed my hands over my face, fingers digging into my eyes until I saw stars. My phone sat on the passenger seat, and I glanced at it, fingers itching to pick it up and call again. The last call had gone unanswered. The one before that too. I’d sent her a message. And it was simple, stupid, and fucking desperate. ‘I’m outside. Can we talk? I just need five minutes.’ Nothing back. I glanced through the car glasses, and my gaze fell on the windows of her house. Maybe she wasn’t home. Or she was and she’d seen my message and rolled her eyes and tossed her phone into a drawer. God, I wouldn’t blame her. I was parked across from her house, my car engine off, with my hands gripping the steering wheel. I had brushed my fingers through my hair countless times that it was all disheveled. My fingers tapped on the steering wheel, searching for something to keep my concentration in check. It didn’t work. I was still unraveling. She hadn’t answered my calls. I co
♛ Aurora: Just thinking about the look in his eyes before he stepped out pulled my heartstrings. Not in a soft way, but in a cruel one. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and a deep breath escaped my lips. Adrian’s words played in my mind continuously. And then all he left me with was, ‘I’m sorry.’ Like that would do anything, or make it all better. No explanation. No assurance. Just that. I blinked hard, pushing the lump in my throat back where it came from. I shouldn’t have expected anything different. I knew Adrian wasn’t the kind of man who let people in easily, I had known that since I met him, he wouldn't let people know him that deep, especially not when he was hurting. But still... part of me had hoped. Naively.Foolishly. We’ve been together for more than half a decade, so all this wasn't supposed to be something we still bothered about. What was worse than being shut out was being almost trusted. As if I had earned enough of his heart to be touched