♛ Aurora: I twirled a forkful of pasta, feeling the warmth seeping through my veins when I perceived the warm scent of Trish’s home made cooked pasta. Trish looked around, and when she was certain no one else was close to the room, she came back to her seat beside my bed and leaned forward, eyes narrowing as she studied me. “Make things clear to me, Rory. What the hell is going on between you and Adrian these days? You two look seconds away from pulling each other's clothes off. And I'm lost, because what is going on for real? Are we letting him in already?” Seconds from pulling each other's clothes off what the hell does she mean. I nearly choked on my pasta. “Trish!” “No, don't ‘Trish’ me, please. I need answers. Because I swear, one minute you're staring unblinkingly at him like you want to set him on fire, and the next, you're looking at him like he's the damn oxygen keeping you alive. I'm honestly confused, because what is going on between you two? Spill.” She poin
♞ Adrian: “She's better now, and can be discharged by the end of today.” The doctor said, and I nodded, as he listed off everything we needed to get. What and what Rory shouldn't do in order not to stress her emotionally or even physically. I kept nodding till he finally finished. By the time he was down, my gaze dropped to the time on my wristwatch and I noticed it was already five minutes to four. I stepped out of the doctor’s office and made my way down the hallway, walking over to Rory's hospital room. The sound of her hearty laughter stopped me in my tracks, and a smile ghosted my lips. Trish said something again that made Rory laugh again. There was something about the sound of her laughter that kind of filled my inside with warmth. Without another word, I pressed my fingers on the handle of the door and pushed it open. The moment I entered inside, I noticed Rory was sitting on her bed, and reading through a file, while Trish stood beside her bed, helping her rto pack hai
♛ Aurora:People usually talk about marriages that fail because the love was never there, but no one talks about the pain of losing the love that was once there. “I have something important to tell you.” A frown curved up my brows as I read the text. “Don't wait up. Busy with work. Eat without me.” I could feel my heart crash in my chest the longer I read the second message he had sent. No one tells you about the heartbreak of watching a once-loving man drift away. And no one tells you how it feels to watch love wither away because of being neglected. When your husband’s affection turns to indifference. Or where a man who once loved you simply stops trying. Breakfasts on the table aren’t as warm as they used to be. Lunch is skipped ‘cause he got busy with work. While dinner is just me alone with the cutleries in my trembling hands as I stare at the door, waiting for him to show up, only to get a text an hour later that he wouldn’t be able to make it. The good morning k
♛ Aurora: Feeling numb all over me, I lay on the bed for close to an hour after waking up. My head was throbbing with a sharp ache, and my eyes were burning with pricked tears. Why am I still crying? I’ve been trying to stop the tears from spilling out, but the moment I wipe them from my eyes, more keep on clouding and blurring my sight. My heart feels like it’s being ripped out. And that hurts. “Rory!” a loud voice called out to me from outside, but I simply ignored it. It hurts so much that I just want to stab it and end the ache. I feel miserable, and according to Trish, there is no cure for a broken heart; only distractions can help. She said alcohol works like magic; I tried it out and finished a bottle despite my low tolerance to alcohol. It actually worked at first. I wasn’t thinking about Adrian for the first hour, but right after an hour and a couple of minutes, I remembered one of the nights he kissed me to sleep, muttering ‘Amore’ in my ears, and just like that, th
Aurora: I pressed a palm to my head and briefly shut my eyes as Trish led me into the loud club room, the loud beat of the music vibrating through the air. People were everywhere. By the wall kissing, by the dance floor, grinding on each other, or getting soaked with a bottle. I felt dizzy from the noise; my head was pounding sharply as Trish led me in. I should have known this wouldn't be a good idea. “You okay? she shouted, trying to keep her voice heard over the music. She spared me a side glance, and a small smile curved her lips. I gave her a small nod, but only half meant it; I wasn't okay. Not at all. My gaze scanned the club, and I suddenly wished I was back in the safety of the bed. Her fingers tightened around mine as she walked over to the bar; my gaze flicked over to the bartender, who was a young man. “Two drinks!” Trish shouted; her voice was barely audible over the loud music playing. He nodded, turned around, and set two glasses on the counter b
♛ Aurora: “Are we there yet?” I asked, looking up from the hem of my dress as the sleek black car slowed down to a stop at the front of the Grand Hotel. “Yes, ma’am,” Edward, my chauffeur, looked up at the rearview mirror and nodded, “Are you still on call?” he asked me. I nodded and shifted in my seat, adjusting my dress with one hand, while the other held my phone to my ear. “I’m just saying honestly. She doesn't exactly look like the easiest person to work with.” Mia ranted on and on, not stopping to take a breath. “But weren't you among the employees that voted to take her in?” I asked, looking through the tinted glasses to see the photographers, journalists and onlookers standing outside the red carpet. Mia let out a strangled grunt, “Unfortunately, I was among. And the only reason I accepted that she should work with you is because she's very diligent in everything,” she sighed, and then added, “Which is quite a bitter thing to express.” I exhaled, looking u
♛ Aurora: I looked up from the neatly knotted neck tie, and my eyes trailed over the firm jaw, the clean suit, before sliding up to the pair of dark brown eyes staring at me. It was the deepest and darkest shade of brown eyes I'd ever seen. I opened my lips to say something but couldn't find the right words. Instead, I slowly muttered, “Thank you.” He didn't say anything. Instead, he set me back on my feet carefully. He glanced over his shoulder and cursed silently as a camera was thrown from somewhere within the riot and hit his back. I tried to push myself away from him. It seemed he realized his grip on my waist; he slid his hand from my waist to my wrist and muttered, “Sorry. Let's get you out of here.” My eyes trailed over to Edward. “You go in first,” he yelled amidst the fight and ruckus happening. I didn't get the chance to say anything because, in the next few minutes, the man I had no idea who he was pulled me out of there, and we somehow found our way out of
♛ Aurora: I froze in my tracks when I heard the announcement. What? “Wait, what?” Trish’s voice sounded from the other end of the call. “But you don’t even have a speech prepared,” she added, sounding worried. I wasn’t sure how I ended up hanging up, but I knew my fingers must have slipped and tapped the screen out of shock. I wasn’t used to the spotlight yet, and an impromptu speech was only going to make things worse. Trish’s word about Adrian coming here didn’t matter anymore. Because as soon as I gave this speech, I was leaving immediately - at least to avoid running into him. Adrian doesn’t scare me. Definitely not. I just think my life would be a lot more peaceful if I never had to cross paths with him again. The crowd settled into clapping for me as I made my way to the stage. As soon as I reached the podium, my fingers brushed against it, and silence fell over the room. The host, Mr. Robert—a middle-aged man and one of my business partners—spared me a half-smil
♞ Adrian: “She's better now, and can be discharged by the end of today.” The doctor said, and I nodded, as he listed off everything we needed to get. What and what Rory shouldn't do in order not to stress her emotionally or even physically. I kept nodding till he finally finished. By the time he was down, my gaze dropped to the time on my wristwatch and I noticed it was already five minutes to four. I stepped out of the doctor’s office and made my way down the hallway, walking over to Rory's hospital room. The sound of her hearty laughter stopped me in my tracks, and a smile ghosted my lips. Trish said something again that made Rory laugh again. There was something about the sound of her laughter that kind of filled my inside with warmth. Without another word, I pressed my fingers on the handle of the door and pushed it open. The moment I entered inside, I noticed Rory was sitting on her bed, and reading through a file, while Trish stood beside her bed, helping her rto pack hai
♛ Aurora: I twirled a forkful of pasta, feeling the warmth seeping through my veins when I perceived the warm scent of Trish’s home made cooked pasta. Trish looked around, and when she was certain no one else was close to the room, she came back to her seat beside my bed and leaned forward, eyes narrowing as she studied me. “Make things clear to me, Rory. What the hell is going on between you and Adrian these days? You two look seconds away from pulling each other's clothes off. And I'm lost, because what is going on for real? Are we letting him in already?” Seconds from pulling each other's clothes off what the hell does she mean. I nearly choked on my pasta. “Trish!” “No, don't ‘Trish’ me, please. I need answers. Because I swear, one minute you're staring unblinkingly at him like you want to set him on fire, and the next, you're looking at him like he's the damn oxygen keeping you alive. I'm honestly confused, because what is going on between you two? Spill.” She poin
♛ Aurora: The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth. Not the suffocating kind that made my skin sticky with sweat, but something softer, and lovelier. A kind of warmth that settled into my bones, that reminded me of safety. It took me a moment to recognize the hands draped across my waist. I tilted my head a little and it was then I noticed Adrian was lying down on a chair close to my hospital bed. His hands were draped around my stomach, and his head was resting on the edge of the bed. His large palms slowly trailed a line across my stomach, and my body stiffened as I realized what he was doing. Even in his sleep, he was touching my abdomen, where our baby had been. My throat felt tight. I reached out for him but he shook briefly, before my hands settled on his dark hair, brushing through its thickness. I let my fingers thread through his dark hair, feeling the soft strands slip between them. Adrian stirred slightly in his sleep, and his grip on my
♛ Aurora: I stirred, on the bed. My throat felt dry, and my body felt limp. I stayed like that for a moment, trying to grasp the situation around me. A minute passed by, and then another passed slowly before my eyes fluttered open, the room slowly taking shape—muted light filtering through curtains, the smell of antiseptic which I hated, and the sound of medical equipment. My eyes drifted across the place I'm inside, and it slowly dawned on me that it was a hospital. I looked around the place again, and it was at that making, my eyes landed on the silhouette standing by the window. My brows creased together and I tilted my head, trying to have a better and closer look at who it was. Realization dawned on me when I saw the figure clearly, a breath escaped my lips and I just lay there, watching his back. Adrian stood by the window, his back to me, broad shoulders tense, his fingers curled into fists at his sides. The sun caught the edges of his face in the glass, but he didn
♞ Adrian: I sat down alone in the hallway, eyes rooted to the red lights of the emergency room. Hoping, praying and patiently waiting for a doctor or a nurse to step out and tell me everything was going to be alright soon, or else I knew I would lose my mind the more the second ticked by. It’s been almost two fucking hours and none of them and stepped out to tell me what was going on inside. My fingers tapped slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe in. Breathe out, and I rested my head on the wall, looking up at the ceiling. The rushed footsteps in the hallway pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned my head to look up just as the footsteps drew closer to where I was seated. Christian walked ahead of them. But he wasn’t alone. Right behind him was Dmitri, his sharp eyes scanning the hallway and landing right on me. Leon and Trish followed, and my stomach tightened of all of them here. “What happened, man?” Dmitri was the first to ask as he walked over to where I was. Taking on lo
♞ Adrian: My world cracked apart in a single, slow horrifying second. My whole body turned still, and my head went blank for a moment, like I was refusing to accept the sight in front of me. A pang steered through my hair, punching every single nerve of mine as my brain slowly processed what was in front of me. No. no, no. Fuck no! Rory. Mia Cara. My wife. My fucking life lay on the cold floor. The scream ripped through my throat before I even knew what was happening. One second, she was there. The next—she wasn’t. The car sped off almost immediately, tires screeching against the asphalt. I didn’t see the license plate. Didn’t care to check, but it had crossed my mind. My entire attention was directed to the petite figure laying on the floor. My feet were already moving, my chest tightening, my lungs barely pulling in air as I ran toward her crumpled body. “Rory!” Her name was the only thing that existed for me at that moment. It clawed its way out of
♛ Aurora: The message kept ringing continuously in my head, even as I got into my car and drove down the street. Even as I stopped my car in front of the cafe and walked down the curb, entering inside it. Even as I spotted Adrian sitting by one of the seats close to the window. But the moment he looked up at me, all my fears somehow settled away from me, and I pushed back everything sitting down on me to the back of my head as I approached his seat by the window. I pressed my lips into a thin line, and kept walking further. The smell of warm coffee files my nostrils. Adrian straightened slightly when I reached his table, his dark eyes searched mine. “Rory,” he called out to me carefully. “Adrian.” I sat down across from him, folding my hands in my lap. My fingers were trembling, so I pressed them against my thighs. My heart raced against my chest, una way I didn't want it to.I looked up at him again, and it was at that moment I finally saw him. The dark circles under h
♛ Aurora: “So what would you like to have. Tea to calm your nerves? Coffee to make you stronger for the day, or just the usual yogurt?” Trish asked the moment I walked inside the kitchen. I glanced down at the time in my wristwatvh, it was already 10 A.M. I had slept in and she didn't bother to wake me up at all. “I'm not hungry, Trish. I'll have just water. And besides I'm already late.” I said as I walked past her and headed straight to the refrigerator. “Oh, no, no, no. You would not be leaving this house until you have something. Water would not be enough to put you through the day. I made some pancakes and there’s honey over there. If you aren't hungry for pancakes, that's completely fine. There’s bacon and eggs too. If you don't want all that, that's fine, but then you'll have toast instead.” She drew out the last statement with a smile. I shook my head and brought out water from the refrigerator. I could clearly tell what Trish was trying to do, to take my mind off
♞ Adrian: “If you had taken my advice back then, I promise you that none of this would have been happening.” Dmitri clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment before he sat down and relaxed on the couch. Trust him to know the right time to bring up a fucking conversation. I spared him a glance from where I sat, but he simply shrugged it off. “Don’t give me that look. You know I’m right.” “Maybe you should shut up for once,” I muttered, bringing the rim of my glass to my lips before swallowing the bitter contents in one go. The burn in my throat was nothing compared to how dejected and wasted I felt at the moment. The last look in Rory's eyes kept haunting me, barely giving me a chance to think of anything else. After she ran away from me, I had walked back under the rain to her apartment. I could hear her sobs from inside but couldn't do a fucking thing. I couldn't even go home straight to my place, so I crashed at Leon's new place which was around the sam