Theodore couldn't believe what he just heard.
“Oh, fuck.” He cursed under his breath as all his emotions were now clouded by anger. He couldn’t begin to imagine that someone did this to Abigail. His Abigail. This sweet, fragile, beautiful Abigail.
Over the weeks, he knew she had a lot behind her brown eyes and a deep story that most wouldn’t be strong enough to share. But this—this was far too much.“I was unconscious for days, but Najay worked on the case on my behalf. By the time I was up and moving, I was able to testify in court against him. He and his father are wealthy people, and they had their own way with the system. For something that should’ve yielded him at least ten years in prison, he only got two.” Abigail sighed as a stray tear rolled down her cheek, but she tried to wipe it away before Theodore noticed.The memory of how she felt that day was still so raw. She felt so beRecap: Abigail and Theodore are getting closer. They still had their dance sessions and everything seemed fine until Najay dropped the news that Nicholas, Abigail's ex-boyfriend, was out of prison. Now devastated and scared, Abigail was left in a mess of emotions and flashbacks from the past two years. Our last scene was shown where Abigail told Theodore why she was at a hotel instead of at her apartment, and Theodore grew more protective of Abigail. *** The rain outside made it hard for Abigail to hear what the lecturer was talking about. It also evoked fatigue, which made her want to curl up in her chair and fall asleep. With nothing but the doodling on her page to keep her awake, Abigail allowed her mind to drift towards Theodore and how supportive he had been for the past week. He barely left her side when neither of them was busy, and though that wasn’t regular, it warmed her heart how much he really cared for h
Theodore poured the coffee intwocups just as Abigail emerged from her room.He noticed that she seemed troubled and deep in thought, so he grabbed a croissant too that he knew she loved so much.He rested the coffee in front of her as she joined him at the kitchen island.“Thank you,” Abigail mumbled with a short smile as she snaked her fingers around the mug.She took a sip of the warm beverage, loving how it provided her body with even more comfort.She was accustomed to Theodore making her drinks and fetching her snacks by now.Whenever she came over for a dance, he would usually insist that she stay for coffee or a glass of his wine.It warmed her heart that he found the need to pick up a few croissants from Brown’s Diner since he knew that she loved them.It was sweet of him.Abigail tried to steady her thoughts as she turned to face Theodore.He stared ahead of him as he drank his coffee in
Theodore tried to stay calm. He knew this would be the hardest part for him to hear, but the last thing he wanted to do was make her think he was uncomfortable.This wasn’t about him. Abigail entrusted this with him, so he tried to remain strong for her throughout it all. His heart broke a bit when Abigail spoke again.Her voice was barely a whisper as she reflected on it all. “I was a bit tipsy, so I grabbed his phone from the nightstand.He didn’t try getting the phone from me until we saw the caller’s ID.It read ‘Dad’,” she mumbled, remembering every detail about the word.“I tried answering it, but he fought for the phone until he got it.So, I waited until he was asleep to check his messages with his ‘dad’.When I saw who it was, my entire world came crashing down. “I left in the middle of the night.I didn’t even bother trying to wake him up and talk to him about it.I just left. I drove and drove for hours
The rain outside had gottenheavierover the past hours.The streets of New York would no doubt be flooded by morning, and workers would either call in sick or blame the weather for something so they won’t have to go in for their daily jobs.However, Theodore didn’t think about any of that.He could only think about the woman sleeping peacefully beside him.He was propped on his elbow, watching Abigail in a curled state, taking deep, slow breaths as she slept.She was a quiet sleeper--not even a single sound.However, she did sometimes twitch with an uncomfortable look on her face until she eventually fell back into peace, looking like the living epitome of sleeping beauty.It has been an h
The rain had completely disappeared today, replaced with the blazing sunlight. The streets seemed like there was no rain the night before, and everyone went about in their usual morning rush.Theodore held the car door open for Abigail before joining her on the other side. They drove in comfortable silence as the morning news filled the quietness of the car. However, unlike all the other times they travelled together, Theodore held Abigail’s hand across the console, which was highly comfortable for them both.As Theodore drove past Brown’s Café that was right across from his place of work, Abigail stared at him in confusion.“I thought we were getting breakfast,” she pointed out in questioning.Theodore nodded. “We are. But I’m taking you somewhere that is closer to your workplace. I don’t want to make you late,” he said, causing Abigail’s cheeks to heat up.“Hav
The city was as beautiful asalways.Theodore appreciated the view from his office as he gazed upon the horizon.The coffee on his table was getting cold, but he could care less about the wretched beverage.Instead, he simply stared at the beauty of New York, hoping that it would grant him some sort of peace like it always did.Yet, even after five minutes, it did nothing.Theodore’s mind was captivated by memories of the first night he saw Abigail.He remembered the fear in her eyes like it was yesterday.He remembered how she passed out against him in the car after being drugged by that awful man.And worst of all, he remembered the confusion and terror on her face when she stumbled downstairs that morning.
Theodore waited patiently in the lounge room for Abigail to return from her shower.He had the TV on, but he scrolled through his phone instead of watching whatever the characters on the programme had to say.Soon, Abigail emerged wearing nothing but sleep shorts and a tank top.The warmers in Theodore’s house made it impossible for her to survive in the sweater she had initially picked out.They had agreed to watch a movie together.However, Theodore was already bored.But, he enjoyed being around Abigail, so he didn’t protest the arrangement.In fact, he was thrilled that she wanted to do something so mundane and ordinary with him.But when Abigail kept asking what he wanted to watch and h
Chapter includes mature content. Read with discretion.***If Theodore wasn’t good at anything else--which he was--he was an excellent kisser.Abigail hadn’t had experience with many men in her life, but none of them kissed the way Theodore did.Of course, there was that kissing booth in high school where the student body president forced her to participate, claiming that it was ‘A duty to the school’.Abigail had spent the entire afternoon trying to get her mouth clean, even though there had been good and bad kisses.But the point was that no one she had ever met had the gift that Theodore had.Perhaps it was the fact that he made her feel beautiful and special in this love language.His kisses were never purely instinctual or demanding.It captured her entire soul and wrapped it around his finger smoothly.It was like he spoke to her with the way he moved his tongue over the base of her neck or thr
Song for final chapter:Like I'm Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainor ft John Legend ***Theodore sat in his office--thoughts filled with Abigail. The last thing he wanted was to entertain thoughts of the tantalising woman who drove him crazy, which was why the first thing he did when they arrived was head straight to his office. But he couldn’t help it. She was a few rooms away, sleeping, and he couldn’t focus on his papers. The last thing he wanted to do was write something in the wrong place. That could be chaotic.He closed the folder and ran his fingers through his hair, exhausted. He’d only slept three hours on the plane, and that’s after Abigail finally fell asleep. He checked the time, seeing that it was minutes after ten a.m. Theodore replayed the past twelve hours in his head after learning about Abigail’s miscarriage.The very thought caused a stab in his heart that he had never felt before. It almost felt as bad as when he lost Abigail. But losing his baby--their baby... It w
As the man and a woman, who Abigail assumed was his wife, approached, all she wanted to do was run for the hills. But Theodore smiled at him, too, showing that he knew the doctor quite well.“Doctor Danvers,” both Theodore and Abigail said simultaneously in two different tones, of course.Doctor Danvers beamed at the couple as his eyes settled on Abigail, Theodore’s hand around her waist, then on her stomach.Oh no.“How are you doing?” he asked, staring at Abigail.Abigail gulped. “I’m great. Never been better. I see you know Theodore?”“Ah yes,” Doctor Danvers said, sharing a quick smile with Theodore. “Our families go way back. I actually mentored Jessica when she wanted to be a doctor. Such a shame she gave it up. She had talent.”“Well, that’s Jessica,” Theodore concluded with a chuckle. A brief silence reigned, and Abigail tried to use it to her advantage to get away, but Theodore beat her to it as if just noticing that Doctor Danvers called Abigail’s name and not his.“Wait, ho
Abigail never fancied makeup, but she was utterly grateful for her tiny tube of foundation. She hadn’t realised that Theodore had gotten carried away with his love bites until she woke up this morning.She didn’t even go to Jessica’s bachelorette party. After they left the cellar, Theodore and Abigail showered and changed before heading to the dining room. Penny and Brad pretended that they didn’t notice the sudden change in attire. But Jessica was quite blunt with her remarks, even insisting that Abigail stay home, saying she “Must be tired from the long plane ride.”Abigail didn’t protest, and when Jessica returned home sometime after midnight, she spotted Theodore leaving Abigail’s room.Jessica took Abigail to the hotel to get ready, so Abigail hadn’t seen Theodore all morning or afternoon. She made a beautiful bride. Though they had to redo her makeup two times because her panic caused her to sweat and cry, smudging the lines of her eyeliners and making imbalances in her foundat
Theodore’s smile had disappeared entirely as if it weren’t there in the first place.“I have no idea. And I don’t care.”“Oh,” Penny simply said, realising she had upset both Theodore and Abigail. “I didn’t... Not that I care. I didn’t much like her anyways.”“Mother, you loved Cleo,” Theodore said, calling her out. Penny seemed uncomfortable.“I did when she was younger. But I don’t quite think she was right for you. I just thought that when the break-up happens, you’d just remain friends.”Brad, evidently seeing Abigail’s discomfort, changed the topic. “Abigail, I hope you like lasagne.”“I love it,” Abigail said, forcing a smile.“Great!”Jessica gripped Abigail’s wrist and pulled her to the other side of the room, seeing that Penny was trying to apologise to Theodore for bluntly bringing up Cleo’s whereabouts.“You must come to my bachelorette party,” Jessica said, curling her palms under her neck with a huge smile.Abigail--who had initially planned to go to bed--stumbled over he
California--the state of sunshine and beaches.Abigail had a considerable amount of time daydreaming about getting fresh air compared to New York’s busyness. And more times than she’d liked, Theodore was present in those daydreams too, either holding her hand along the beach or kissing her under the open moonlight.It was quite inappropriate to dream about, but she couldn’t help her wandering thoughts. Najay, having tried everything she could to stop Abigail from going, helped her pack and tried to shove the largest, most unattractive underwear in Abigail’s carry on. But Abigail noticed before Najay could close the zipper and packed some moderately decent underwear--not too sexy, but not too repulsive either. Not that it mattered. Theodore and Abigail wouldn’t even share a room. So that shouldn’t have been a concern.Theodore.Abigail hadn’t seen him since the day she went shopping, and they had talked but twice on the phone to arrange the time for pick up and departure. The way he le
Slowly, they all turned around as if they were two-year-old triplets being caught colouring on the wall.Behind them stood Theodore and his COO, Jerry. Abigail met Jerry once, but Cleo knew him quite well.“Theodore,” Abigail mumbled, clutching the dress to her chest.He ogled the dress with an approving glint in his eye, imagining how its soft silky-like texture would look on Abigail. And how he could almost run his hand under the--“What the hell are you doing here?” Cleo’s voice snapped him from his naughty thoughts, but every warmth disappeared from his eyes when he met Cleo’s.“I would ask you the same thing,” Theodore growled.Without taking his eyes from Cleo, he stalked towards Abigail and slipped the dress from her fingers before handing it to Sarah.“Get this ready for me, would you?”“Are--are you buying it, s-s-sir?” Sarah stumbled over her words. But the question yielded a glare from Theodore, which had her squirming. The dominance and power that radiated from him were a
“I don’t like it.” Najay had made it abundantly clear five times already that she didn’t like the idea of Theodore and Abigail becoming... acquainted again.Najay believed Abigail would just end up hurt and fall into a cycle of Theodore and heartbreak all over again.When she learned that Abigail had lost her baby, Najay didn’t blame Theodore. No one did. But she believed it would be too hard on Abigail to be around him--especially since he didn’t know.“I know you don’t like it,” Abigail said, “but I think this is good for me. I need a vacation.”“Not with him. And won’t a wedding make you feel all... I don’t know...woozy?” Najay said, throwing her arms in the air. Abigail chuckled as they stopped in front of the salon.“Woozy?” Abigail snorted.“I don’t know, okay? Just be careful.”“Najay, I’ll be fine. I’m keeping him at arm’s length. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?”“Well--”“That was rhetorical.” Abigail quickly cut her off before dashing across the street. “I’ll se
“Yes!”The email Abigail had been dreading over the past week had finally arrived, and thankfully, it bore good news.Abigail jumped from the couch, throwing her arms in the air as she performed a mini dance in front of Najay. Najay couldn’t contain her laughter, happy that Abigail seemed to be getting back to her old self.“Yes what?” Najay asked, though she already knew.“I just got the confirmation email about my special request. I am officially done with grad school. I made it bitches!”Chuckling, Najay grabbed the beer bottle from her friend’s hand and closed Abigail’s laptop. “Okay. Take it easy, tiger.”“I’m easy,” Abigail grinned. “I’m really, really easy.”“Okay, let’s get you to bed.”Abigail darted away from Najay’s hand, dashing towards her bedroom.“No! I have to go to Vanx Club, remember?”“Like this?” Najay asked, following behind Abigail. “You’re not in the right mind space to go out tonight. It’s almost ten.”After grabbing a mini dress from her packed box on the grou
She sat in the single armchair, knowing it was the safest choice considering the other was a loveseat. Theodore and Najay sat across from her only seconds later. They all waited for someone to start speaking first. Ultimately, it was Najay.“We have one fight, and you leave the city without telling me.”“Najay...” Abigail sighed, knowing it would lead to this.In truth, Abigail was just as surprised to see Najay as she was to see Theodore.“No, Abigail. I was pissed, yes. You accused me of something not just awful but disgusting and heart-breaking. I spent days wondering what I could’ve done to make you doubt my loyalty. I admit I kept a few details away from you because I didn’t want you to freak out. But when I invited Nicholas inside my apartment, it was only to threaten his sorry ass in a place where no one would hear.”“I know, Najay. I was stupid and scared and hurt, and I should’ve never accused you of something like that.”“No, you shouldn’t have.” Najay had always been bare-f