“Why are you so determined to work with him?” I exhale, running my hand through my hair.
“I don’t know what’s new! We had this conversation before, Nathan. You're the one who's acting like we haven't discussed this before,” she exclaims.
“Yeah, but that was before we started having an actual relationship. Everything is different now, Len,” I point out.
“Our relationship won’t be an excuse to make me cancel projects you’re not comfortable about!” she folds her arms over her chest. “You don’t get to decide for me.”
“I’m not trying to control you, Linnea, but I really don’t like the guy,” I try to get her to understand.
“Shane is extremely professional with me,” she defends him, making my blood boil. She thinks I’m trying to have the upper hand in our relationship, but it’s not like that. I know Shane Pierce better than she does. He’s an asshole and more manipulative than anybody can imagine.
“I’m trying to protect you here, Linnea!” I sn
Where is Linnea? Published on January 9th, 2022
“Are you sure?” I ask Thalia, trying to get my heartbeats to slow. Terror takes control over my body and I fist my hand to prevent it from shaking. “We were together a while ago. We were around the area of the explosion because she had a job at Bert Enterprise and according to the news, this building has been terribly affected. It is half damaged and I'm not sure if she's there or not. I have been trying to call her, but she’s not picking up.” She is hysterical over the phone. “I'll look for her. I’ll tell you once I find her. Bye, Thalia.” Quickly, I hang up and call Henry to inform him. Delivering such news to him isn’t the best thing in the world, but I’m going to need his help. Hospitals are going to be hectic now and I won’t be able to find her on my own. We decide not to tell their parents anything. There's no need to make them worry when there's still a slight chance that she may not be there. I rush out of my office and run to my car. I drive s
I'm holding the mortality list in my hands and I'm petrified of looking at it. What if her name is there? If her name is here— God forbid— I’m never going to recover. Our last conversation could never be a fight! I shake my head and do my best to bring myself to read it. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and I reach for it. “Did you find her?” I ask Asher once I pick up. “Yes, she's here. She's injured, but nothing too serious. She’s a bit dizzy and she passed out a while ago, but I saw her and I talked to the doctor who treated her!” he tells me and I immediately sigh in relief. “What's wrong with her?” I ask as I hand the receptionist the list back. “She's alive. I found her, thank you,” I say, rushing out of the hospital. “Mild concussion, bruises, a gash on her head, and a fractured wrist,” he fills me in. She's alright. Nothing that bad. I quickly get in my car and call Henry, telling him that Asher has found her. I can't believe that
When I wake up, I find myself alone in Nathan’s bed. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to forget the events of this day. It started with a fight, then there was this terrorist attack and I don’t even want to think about how it will end. I can’t believe I let Nathan shower me today. This is the first time he saw me naked and I’m literally covered in cuts and bruises. I push myself up, careful not to put pressure on my bad wrist and get out of bed. I look at what I’m wearing and smile a little; his hoodie looks like a dress on me. I decide to keep it on and steal socks from his closet, then I go downstairs. The TV is on, but Nathan isn’t in the living room. I look at the kitchen and find him there. I make my way towards him and take a deep breath. I want to apologise. I exaggerated in the fight and I let things escalate. “Nathan,” I say in a quiet voice. He turns around and his face breaks into a warm smile. “You’re awake. I was just about to wake yo
“Christmas is in five days,” I tell Nathan as I take a sip from my hot chocolate. This is my first Christmas with him. I don’t know how I’m going to spend it. I’m excited like a little child and my heart is jumping up and down, but I’m trying to appear composed before him. “About Christmas.” Nathan scratches the back of his neck nervously and I inhale. “We have this tradition where my parents gather with my aunt’s family and we spend Christmas together, and I’m assuming that you want to spend Christmas with your family.” My heart drops. He didn’t even think about inviting me. “Yeah, I’m used to spending it with my family. You’re absolutely right.” The sting of disappointment burns my chest and I try to run away from looking into his eyes. “But we can spend New Year’s Eve together. I can take you out if you want to any place of your choice,” he offers and I nod again. I’m genuinely hoping that my face isn’t giving me out. So many plans and scenarios I kept pla
This Christmas is just like any other Christmas, yet it isn't. I thought it would be the same, but maybe I'm wrong. I keep looking for her even though I know she's not here. I'm with my family just like every year and yet, something is missing. Someone is missing. She is missing. She, who draws a smile on my face, is not here and it's on me. I could have easily asked her to come with me, but I didn't and now I hate that I didn't. I didn't want to take her away from her family and what she's used to and involve her with mine while knowing that this won't be the same next year. Then, when do we ever know that things are going to be the same? Nothing is certain and everything is prone to change in the blink of an eye. I'm also a coward. I was scared of telling her to come with me, because I don't want to get used to her more, then not have her with me the next year. It petrifies me how my feelings for her keep developing. Every day, I want her more. I want
We opened gifts, we had breakfast and there’s nothing to do. I expected him to call me, but he didn’t. Another expectation went down the drain. I’m sitting on the couch, wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and watching a Christmas movie with my family. My parents kept wondering why Nathan and I didn’t spend this holiday together and I gave them the same answer I gave Henry. The answer that neither them nor Henry is convinced with. Last night, I cried myself to sleep because he didn’t even think about calling me. Just a pathetic text. As if I didn’t deserve anything more from him. The doorbell rings and I don’t bother to even glance in its direction. Maybe Henry is nice enough to open it. “Linnea, please open the door,” he requests. I sigh and nod, pushing myself off the couch. My Christmas socks prevent my feet from getting frozen by the cold tiles. I open the door and my eyes widen a little upon seeing Nathan in front of me. What surprises me m
“Why are you looking down all the wrong roads when mine is the heart and the salt of the soul? There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but they'll never love you like I can can can.” This bright-eyed beauty before me is making me fall in love with her without even noticing. I didn't even know that she can amazingly sing like that. Her voice is perfect. Just like everything else about her. I can listen to her singing all day long. She's a bundle of joy that I wish I can forever have in my life. It's hard not to smile like an idiot when I'm watching her dancing in some short shorts and a sports bra while holding Oreo in her arms as she sings on the top of her lungs. Her voice is loud that I could easily hear her from my room. I knocked on her door before walking in, but she didn't hear me. How could she when the AirPods are in her ears? So here I am, leaning against the doorframe, watching her goofing around with Oreo. He makes her happy. If I had known that earlier, I w
“Do you think something is wrong with Nathan, Oreo?” I must be going out of my mind if I’m talking to my dog, but it’s not like there’s anything I can do. Everything has been great for a while, but suddenly something is wrong and I can’t figure it out on my own. After my Lasik treatment, everything was okay between us for a week, then he decided to keep his distance. He tends to build his walls high around him whenever there’s something on his mind, but this isn’t how things should be between us. We are a couple. We are partners. He should confide in me. He should talk to me. If there’s something I have done that bothered him, he should tell me. I shouldn’t be left to guess. Thankfully, I’m back to work. I feel like I could breathe again. It’s not like I stayed away from work by choice, but that didn’t make the situation any better for me. I felt like something was missing. I guess I’m a workaholic and work completes me. Right now I have Oreo on my lap. I’m w
We are actually married, yet we’ve taken this whole repeating-our-wedding thing incredibly seriously. Nathan wasn’t joking when he said he wanted to give me the wedding of my dreams. I thought he would oppose the theme I have always wanted, but surprisingly, he liked it. A winter-themed wedding. When I talked to the wedding planner about everything I had in mind, she showed me amazing pictures that I fell in love with. I loved how Nathan didn’t throw everything on me. He was there every step of the way. He was there while choosing the decorations, during the cake-tasting, and choosing the venue. He tried to be there when I was shopping for the dress, but as I said, we took everything seriously. If he saw the dress before the wedding, it would be bad luck. I think we both have had our fair share of bad luck and I wasn’t going to risk anything. Luckily, Henry and Zoey had their wedding three months before our wedding anniversary, so we managed to have o
“Babe, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” I look up from the book I’m reading and meet Nathan’s eyes. The surgery was ten days ago and it was a success. None of us is facing any problems. Well, medical problems, because I’m dealing with another problem called Nathan. He has been so protective. He doesn’t let me do anything and even when he’s at work, Malory stays with me and she’s just as bad as her son. He has alarms for all the medicines I need to take and he even monitors what I eat. But I can’t be mad at him for taking care of me because if I were in his shoes, I would be just as bad as him. “what is it?” I wonder. He’s sitting in front of me on the couch. “Madelyn wants to meet you.” I frown. I don’t know a Madelyn. “Your biological sister.” “Oh,” I mutter. “Why would she want to?” There’s nothing that connects us except for the woman who gave birth to me. I can’t even call her a mother. She’s a monster that I have zero compa
She’s going to be okay. I know she is. But that doesn’t prevent me from worrying about her. She is in surgery. She has just entered the operating room. The doctors told us that this may take up to eight hours. What would they do for eight hours? What am I supposed to do until she’s out of surgery? Wait? Pray? “You’re going to pass out if you stay like that,” Thalia says, handing me a cup of coffee. “I can’t just calm down. What if a complication took place and they couldn’t find a solution? Have you seen Grey’s Anatomy? Complications happen out of the blue! When you least expect it! A woman once died because of hiccups and another one died because the resident forgot to check her throat and there was soot in there!” I exclaim. “Can you guarantee that they won’t make mistakes?” “Wow… She made you addicted to the show and it ruined you,” Thalia comments, and I frown. Am I going out of my mind? “Linnea is going to be more than fine. She’s our fighter. She has be
I wasn’t the only one who was tested. Zoey, dad, Nathan, Thalia, Asher, and I all got tested, but I was the only one who turned out to be a match. “There are no dangers on her life, right? She’s going to walk out of this surgery in good health, isn’t she?” Nathan asks the doctor. “She’s not going to walk out of the surgery all fine. She will need time to recover, but her liver will grow back to its normal size in about a year. It will function normally though after two to four weeks,” the doctor explains everything to my worried husband. “I will be fine. Stop panicking.” I look up at him. “It won’t hurt to be more sure,” he mumbles. “I also have to let you know that there will be a scar that will fade by time, but it may leave a trace. You can always get it fixed through plastic surgery though,” the doctor says. “I don’t care about the scar. I just want Henry to be okay,” I say. “We will run some tests and if all is well, we wi
I have been too caught up with Nathan to ask about Henry. I feel like a horrible sister. But my world completely stopped the moment my eyes fell on my husband. I was petrified of losing him or having him terribly hurt, so when I saw him in front of me, I was finally able to breathe. Asher told me that my parents, Zoey and Malory were here. Are they with Henry now? I have millions of questions running through my head right now and I don’t know if I should dump them all on Nathan. “Baby, sit down,” he says, gently pulling me to sit beside him on the bed and I do. “Henry and I were in the car. We were running some errands before coming to pick you up. Yes, I’m at fault, I was on the phone, but I swear I was still paying attention. The phone was even connected to the car. somebody was driving their truck quickly and they weren’t paying attention. They passed the red light and they crashed into us, sending our car flipping in the air.” A gasp escapes me as Nathan recounts
“What happened to them?” I gulp, wrapping my cardigan more around myself. I think my heart may stop at any given moment because of how fast it is beating. “There’s been an accident,” Thalia reluctantly says and my breath hitches in my throat. “We don’t know how they are. We found out first by total coincidence.” “When did it happen and how are they?” I feel sick and I want to cry. “I was on the phone with Nathan and one minute he was talking to me, telling me that he was on his way with Henry to pick you up, and next thing I heard Henry yelling and there was a loud crash. This all happened less than two hours ago. They have been admitted to the hospital and your parents are there and so are Malory and Zoey,” Asher answers all my questions. “Take me there, please. Now.” Tears are already brimming in the corner of my eyes. They have to be okay. I can’t afford to lose any of them. No, this can't be happening. Not after everything we have all been
“You seem happy,” my therapist smiles at me when I walk inside her office. “I am!” I grin, sitting down on the couch. I’m getting out tomorrow. I was supposed to be staying for a month, but I ended up staying for forty-five days based on my request. I was even more strict with myself regarding my use of my gadgets. I was allowed to freely use them after the first two weeks, but I decided to minimize my use for them as much as possible. I only used my phone when I wanted to make phone calls. “You know, I still can’t believe you chose to stay here for more than the period assigned for you,” she tells me and I shrug. “It was my choice to come here. I truly wanted to get better. If I had left after only one month just like how we originally planned, I would have been lying to myself.” “Your honest desire to get better really warms my heart,” she tells me. “So how are you feeling today?” “I feel fine. Really fine. It doesn’t hurt to breathe or to w
“Why did you leave?” I mumble, bringing myself before him. His handsome face is gloomy and his eyes aren't as bright as they usually are. “It's a familial moment, I thought I should give you some privacy,” he says, causing a crease to appear between my eyebrows. “You’re family, Nathan,” I say, wrapping my fingers around his arm. “You’re my family and I… I love you.” It’s been a while since I said those words. My words seem to be foreign to him as if he didn't believe I'd say these words again. “I love you as my husband. The man I married. The man I want to build a family with,” I add, feeling the need to be more specific because it seems like he’s in a state of disbelief. “Wait… so we’re not getting a divorce?” he says and I shake my head, smiling a little at him. “You’re not moving to the UK?” “It’s so cold for me. I prefer Miami,” I grin and he laughs, pulling me into his arms and twirling me around, causing me to squeal. “I love you, Linnea
“I know your gadgets are your life, but this is temporary. Just for the first week, yeah?” Nathan says and I just nod. I want to get better. I want to heal, so I will do anything to get better. “It's just for a month. I guess I will manage,” I say, taking a deep breath. The only thing that makes me feel at ease is that I can check myself out whenever I want. I also despise how I will get no visitors during my first week there. I packed many books with me to kill time. They say there will be many activities we can do there, but I still like to bring my own entertainment items. I came back five days ago. I talked to my mum once on the phone, assuring her that I was okay. Nathan has been keeping his eyes on me, making sure that I won't do anything stupid. Honestly, I haven't gotten the urge to act foolishly ever since I came back. “Your parents are here,” Nathan tells me when the doorbell rings. Anxiousness fills me upon hearing that. I'm supposed to be