Alan's POV"I've come to take you home." I breathed out, "Do you have to pack? I can help."Pursing her lips, she asked, "As in, right now?""Yeah, is there a problem?""Um, Mark and Em are going hosting a dinner."Narrowing my eyes, I asked, "While you're sick."Her face tightened as she sent me a glare, "To lift my spirits.""Right, sorry," I said. That was unnecessary of me to say. "I'm just.. knackered. Having a hard time trusting people these days."She nodded, "Remember I told you Emilia has started dating this doctor from our hospital?""The one she met on Tinder," He nodded knowingly, "What about him?""Well, she invited him over tonight. And Henry and Amy are going to join as well.""Oh.." I puffed out, "So, uh, it's going to be a houseful.""Are you not comfortable?""I am, it's just.. I'm really exhausted, Rachel. I'm sorry, I'd love to have dinner with your friends but I'm just really tired. I barely caught any sleep in the last two days and dad came a little earlier than
Rachel's POVAfter we stepped out of Emilia's and Mark's flat, Alan and I decided to wait by the pavement until our Uber arrived. The driver had apparently confused the actual route with a different one so he asked if we could wait for two more minutes until he could find the correct route.Alan took this opportunity to take my bag away from my hand, cursing at himself for not having thought of it before."Alan, my limbs are fine, it's my ribs that got damaged." I teased him but his frown persisted."Let me help you anyway," he muttered but I could sense that he was only putting up a facade. I could see that something was deeply bothering him and he did not want to be asked upon that matter further.Sighing, I waited by his side in silence until our cab arrived. Once inside, the driver apologised once again for the inconvenience caused and only nodded in relief when I reassured him that it was not a problem.Once he pressed on the accelerator, I looked to my side to watch Alan gaze ou
Rachel’s POV"What the fuck?" He exclaimed.I grimaced, and it was only then that I realised that tears were forming within my eyes, "I didn't know what to do. I knew for a fact that my mom was hurt and that I should help her but I was too afraid. I thought he was going to hit me as well, if I intervened. I was so scared and I selfishly held myself back."Bringing his hand to my hair, he gently stroked it, "You were young."I nodded, "My mom thinks I'm partly to be blamed for what happened. After that initial fall out, my parents just started drifting apart further. My mother could never leave him because she didn't know how she could look after herself and me. She didn't have a college degree, and she had to cut ties with her family before she married my father as they strongly opposed their marriage.""She doesn't need a college degree to survive. Don't we know millions of people who sustain themselves with odd jobs?""Suppose my mother wasn't brave enough for them," I said, "And sh
Alan's POV Later that evening, I found myself unpacking my suitcase whilst Rachel minded hers. Unlike me, she didn't carry a lot of things with her so her task was finished sooner than mine did. It was when I finished putting my toiletries in their respective places that I realised that we had yet to have dinner. Rachel was in no shape to cook, obviously, and I realised that neither was I. All the last minute travelling had taken a toll on me and the previous revelation that Rachel made just about drained any scant energy left in me. Ordering take out seemed like the logical option at that point. "Do you have anything in mind for dinner?" I brought myself to ask as I walked into my closet to sort my clothes out. "I have a weird craving for Indian food, suddenly." I heard her voice from the room and it subconsciously elicited a smile from me. "Indian?" "Yes. A good spicy Biriyani, preferably chicken." "Since when do you like Indian cuisine?" I asked, amused, whilst I walked out o
Alan's POV"Consider this our token of gratitude, but of course, it doesn't measure up to her assistance at all." Douglas said from the other end."I..." I hesitated for a few seconds. "Well, yes. We'd be happy to come, Douglas, but Rachel's indisposed at the moment so I'm not sure if she can make it.""I highly insist on it, Alan. We would really like to meet her.""I'll let her know.""I know you will." He asserted. I rolled my eyes at his response, of course, he was not going to take no for an answer. "On another note, I need you to do something for me. It's regarding the matter I discussed with you earlier. I'll enlighten you more about it when you come home this weekend.""I will.""The dinner's being hosted in my mansion in Roseville. I suppose you've been there once.""Yes, I have.""Perfect. I'll meet you on Saturday, then."Just when the call on my phone got disconnected, my ears pricked upon hearing the door to the bathroom open. Completely oblivious to what just happened, R
Rachel's POVThe morning of a best friend’s wedding is every girl’s nightmare. From making sure the right cake you ordered had been delivered to making sure the wedding flowers were hydrangeas and not Lillies to ensuring that all the bridesmaids were dressed in the same stupid outfit the bride picked out to giving a shoulder to the bride while she has her final meltdown (whilst making sure it wasn’t ruining her make-up) - everything seemed like the perfect recipe for a disaster.It’s perhaps the price you pay to keep your best friend in your life.But luckily for me, I had a husband and an assault to thank for keeping me out of my bridesmaid’s duties. From skipping last night’s bachelor’s party to helping me dress for the wedding in the morning, Alan made sure no action of his caused me any inconvenience.I was once again beginning to feel like the twelve-year-old girl my father used to boss around, except that this time it was my husband, and I was more than qualified to pick my own
Rachel's POV“I’m sorry for being difficult,” I mumbled and cupped his cheek in my hands. “You were just looking out for me and I blew it out of proportion. Forgive me?”In response, he twisted his head within my palms and placed tender kisses on one of them. Since I’ve been nervous since the morning, my hands evidently showed signs of perspiration but Alan didn’t quite seem to mind it.“You’re forgiven. But you need to forgive me too. I lied when I said I didn’t want to be your dad. I definitely want to be.”My face grimaced so much that I wondered if this was the first time I cringed so hard, “Oh, my god. Alan, please!”His hearty laughter filled the space inside our room and hearing it somewhat smoothed my expression, “Sorry, darling, I couldn’t help it.”Rolling my eyes, I pushed my feet against him, “Enough with your nonsense, help me buckle these up please.”Still shaking from his fit of laughter, he simply leaned back down so his one leg was kneeling and the other lay flat on i
Alan's POVI hated that I couldn’t tell her how much I loved her. I hated that I couldn’t tell her that I never meant anything when I joked about our marriage to her. I hated that she couldn’t trust me even now. And I bloody hated that I loved her but she didn’t love me back.I couldn’t understand what was expected of me to do that could ensure her trust in me. I wondered if she will ever find it in herself to forgive me for what I did. While she assured me more than enough times that she no longer held any grudge toward me for how I deceived her and put her in an impossible situation with regards to our marriage, I wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t coming in the way of her judgement regarding me.She was very predictable like that. It didn’t need a genius to figure out how she worked. Any hint of a red flag looked glaringly apparent to her because that was all she looked for everywhere. A sign that everybody was wearing a mask, meaning, she had nobody she could trust fully without break