MILES: If I could make her feel a bit of my pain, I would. When I stormed out of the car and my eyes fell on the pink BMW, I knew who it was. What the hell was Louis doing in my house, and who let her in? I walked with aggression and yelled at everyone. I wanted space. To be left alone. No drama. I had to think. How was I going to do damage control to the business? Opening the door, there stood Louis with innocence on her face and worry in her eyes. “Miles, I heard what happened and drove down here as soon as possible. I am sorry. The unsuspecting ones tend to turn out the worse,” she tried to console me. How distant her words sounded. “Are you any different? Get the hell out of here, Louis. I don't want to see you or your ridiculous car anywhere near my house.” For some reason, my eyes landed on her ring finger and I noticed that the engagement ring was gone. “What happened to your ring?” Was I serious right now? That had to be the dumbest question ever. What was my business if she
MILES: To add to all that, I have had to visit the hospital more frequently than even when I initially got the surgery. My heart ached all the time, and my nightmares became more frequent and vivid. It was like I was living that bad dream of watching someone get murdered. Grenada often told me during each visit, “Miles, this is a matter of the heart. I mean, love. You are heartbroken. Nothing is wrong with your health.” “Stop kidding me. I don't love. I only do flings and that is the end. Run more tests to make sure my body isn't up to something.” “Miles, your body is fine. More than you accept, you loved Meredith.” At the mention of her heart, I had flared up. “Grenada, today will be the last time you will mention that name. She is in the past and that is it. I am going to look for the details about this heart donor to make sure that I won't be needing anything from his or her body soon.” “That is against the rules.” “I wasn't proposing. I will do it. I have my ways. You brush i
MEREDITH: Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, and weeks into a month. After that night, in which I refused to let Brandon drop me off at Miles's place, it has just been me and my tears. I had Brandon drop me off at an affordable hotel for the night. The last thing I needed was to be anywhere near Miles or his establishment, which would have constantly reminded me of him. After much quarreling, Brandon agreed and left me behind. I stayed two nights in the hotel, not going anywhere or doing anything. I didn't eat for those two days. I just wanted to give up, but I had to stay and fight for Christian. I managed to wake my weak self up, and what did I do throughout each day? Stare at the ceiling and cry. After two days, I called Brandon to bring over my stuff. I made sure I pointed out specifically the things that belonged to me. I left behind all that Miles got for me. Everything; the car, clothes, jewelry, shoes, and the rest. I wanted not
MEREDITH: “Alan?” I swung around, knowing very well he was the one. “What are you doing here and where did you come from?” Shaking my head, I gathered my composure. I was asking the wrong questions. “How did you know where I was staying? Were you the one sending those flowers?” Snickering, he flashed his perfect set of teeth over an overwhelming smile. He wore a radiant black shirt, leaving two buttons open. A black flannel that made him look taller sat pretty on his waist. The black ankle boot on his feet was what made his outfit tasteful. On his neck, he wore a diamond necklace that matched his bracelet. The moon made him look more gorgeous than I remembered. His style was a mix of casual and date night. 'Snap out of it, Meredith! This is no time to admire Alan.' “Woah! You have so many questions. Yes, I was the one sending the flowers. I didn't know how to approach you after what I did.” “And you think flowers will pave the way for you?” “No, Meredith. Not even my life will. I
MILES: After what I saw, I ended work and shut operations for the day. Throughout the day, I sent out words to all my connections within the States, asking every last one of them to dig into anything underground. More and more discoveries were made, and I can tell you that it was heart-wrenching. My nightmares weren't just an illusion. It was a fragment of Christian's memory. His last moments. I could only imagine what he went through. Who could have been so heartless as to hurt an innocent boy like him? At once, my anger and whatever ill feeling I had toward Meredith for the last one-month vanished into thin air. I promised to help her find her brother. I sent out investigators to do so and every bit of information they brought back, added to the ones Brandon had been bringing in, were not things I could reach out to her with. She will shatter. Meredith will die of heartache. At once, I became so furious that I wanted to make all those involved hurt and burn their organizations. Wh
MEREDITH: My head was as heavy as logs of wood piled in a spot. I managed to crank my eyes open, shutting them once the brightness in the room hit them. I was on a bed of some sort; soft, silk, and comfortable. I could tell due to how comfortable it felt against my tired body. The scent of the atmosphere was a mix of vanilla and cedar with food. Food? My stomach immediately danced at the inhalation of that savory aroma. Fighting hard, I opened my eyes. I was in a simply furnished room; a bed and a small table that had a tray which I suspected was the source of that nice aroma. I hadn't eaten all day. Being in this situation heightened that fact, even though I was confused and a bit scared. Suddenly, the door flung open and Alan strode in with a glass of juice and water on a tray, wearing a beautiful smile like everything was normal. Like I was his wife who had just woken up to dinner in bed. How could he even be smiling? He dropped the juice close to the food tray and brought the w
MEREDITH: Alan loosened his grip, giving me room to swallow. “I thought so, too. I thought Christian was a twenty-year-old that I could easily manipulate, but he was smarter and braver for his age. If he had simply handed over that program to me, accepting my compensation, no one would have killed him.” He edged closer, closing the distance between us. “My feelings for you went cold even before our breakup.” I knew that. “I stopped loving you five years ago.” “Why did you stick around until the seventh year? Why didn't you set me free? Why did you reappear to claim that you loved me? That you have been thinking of me?” “They are all lies, Meredith. Jesus! You are so gullible.” He released me, storming around the room, raking his hair in an aggressive pull. “You want the whole story. Here it is. After all, you won't live to tell another.” “What do you mean? Are you going to kill me too?” “Yes, if necessary. I can't have you ruin what I struggled to build, just like your brother. I
Miles: Through thick and thin, I tried to reach out to Meredith, but she just vanished into thin air. Even with all my contacts being involved, it was a dead end. They kept saying the same thing: "She doesn't want to be found." She wrote a note which she left on her kitchen counter in her small apartment. Meredith had stated that she was doing fine and nobody should come looking for her. Funny. Because, when people ask not to be looked for, that's an indication to search for them more. Yet, I didn't give up my search until it led to something confusing two days ago. Meredith had an interview with Alan by her side, stating that it was all a misconception. In her words, "I was with him the night my brother went missing. We had a nice dinner, after which we came to a mutual conclusion of taking a break from our relationship. It's ridiculous that anyone would pin this on him. I think the initiators are those who want to tarnish his image due to his new productive project." She went ahead