_____________________________..."He is really going with that?" Ashton asked, rocking back and forth on the chair. I shrugged. "I seriously don't know what your best friend is thinking." "Neither do I." He sighed. "I hope he isn't gearing up for something crazy."I raised a brow at him and he simply shrugged."Hey, I love my best friend but you know your husband. He can be a total douche." I couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. Ashton was right about that one. As much as I liked to believe that I knew Rowan like the back of my hand, he really could be pretty spontaneous with his plotting. Right now, I had no other choice other than to wait around for that dude to launch some other bomb at me, or for my lawyer to draw up a foul-proof contract to save everything that I cared about. Gabriella was leaving for Australia today evening and I had to go to her as well. I didn't want her to leave. I wanted her to stay with her family. She never got to do it as a kid and after she
____________________________...I woke up in the morning feeling like shit. I think it has everything to do with me crying myself to sleep last night. Again.I felt like a complete failure, unable to protect my own sister. I knew all of this was water under the bridge and one needed to move on but it still poked at my chest.My phone rang just then and I wasn't surprised to see that it was Bianca. She knew that I needed some moral support for the next few days. "Rise and shine!!" She sang as I placed the phone down on my vanity table, raising a brow at her. She had the twins strapped to her chest. "I have already risen," I said, smiling at the two babies staring cluelessly at me, nibbling on their pacifiers. "Yeah, but you are not shining." Bianca was walking around the house. "Why do you have the kids all strapped up so early in the morning?" I asked her. "The girls' handball team needs me. They have their regionals tomorrow and the substitute called in sick." Bianca rolled
________________________________...Rowan whistled as I got into the passenger's seat. "What?" "Remind me never to mess with you!" He laughed. I narrowed my eyes at him. I wanted to tell him that he had crossed the limits to which he could mess with me and I had half a mind to tell him that, but I was keeping my peace. "Well done, Joshua." I turned my head around to look at my still-sleeping niece and nephew. "You get to keep your job." I narrowed my eyes at him when he mumbled incoherently and then we were on our way to the office. ..."Yes, you look like your Mommy Rose. It would have been so bad if you had looked like Mommy Bee!" Zoe cooed as she played with Fiona. I was rocking Jamie in my arms. I wanted to tell her that that is not how it worked and the kids had Bianca's genetic components but I guessed that she probably meant it as a joke. There was a knock on the door and before I could turn on my chair, the look on Zoe's face gave me an idea of who it could be. I
__________________________ . . . ROWAN . I let out another sigh as I watched the guests file in, saying a 'Glad you could make it!' here and shaking a hand there. These were the same people with whom I had left Aurora to go to attend to. Aurora was still not here. Nor was any of the other ladies. They were taking their sweet time getting ready while ushering the men to come ahead and attend to the guests. Which was unfair if you would ask me. Even we would like to take our sweet time to get ready. Besides, shouldn't the husband and wife make a joint entry? Doesn't that make more sense? "Fidelity looks good on you." I rolled my eyes as I turned to the source of the voice. Ashton, my best friend, stood there grinning at me with a brunette in his arm. I swallowed what I really wanted to say. I didn't want to offend the lady in his arms. Instead I went with, "Good to see you too, Ashton. Thanks for coming." Ashton raised a brow at me, looking thoroughly surprised. "What?" I ask
___________________________..."Rowan is looking at me weird today," I told Zoe as I joined her at the bar after almost two agonizing hours of socializing as the host. "Oh well, in his defense, you are doing the same. So pot calling the kettle black?" A snicker left her lips and I did not appreciate the look that she was giving me. The look that screamed, 'You are in denial and you know it.'I was not in denial and there was nothing to be in denial about in the first place. One annoying thing about Zoe Wilkins was that she liked to overanalyze things and make others the guinea pigs for her social experiments. It's fun when you watch her do it to someone else but it was not that fun when you were on the offensive side. "I have no idea what you are talking about." That is all I managed to say. But then I decided to worsen the situation by sputtering out, "I am just playing the part of a happy wife on her anniversary.""Then maybe he is simply acting the part of the loving husband w
__________________________..."It's that easy for you?"And something in me broke.."Easy?" There was warning in my voice, warning for him not to disrespect me with words as such. But this was Rowan we were talking about. He was as stubborn as ever. He was not backing down either. "Yeah. It must be so easy for you to end this marriage and move on to the next." There was fire in his eyes but I doubted it could hold a candle to the burning inferno inside me"Oh trust me, it isn't going to be as easy as it was for you to move from girlfriend to girlfriend while being married to someone else." I spat out. He flinched. But I wonder why. He did not flinch or hesitate before doing everything that he had done in the past two years and yet when he is confronted with the truth, he flinches as if he never meant to do any of it and is being falsely accused of sins he has never committed. He didn't say a word after that. And all of a sudden I was counting every second of the rest of the so
____________________________..."Okay, tell me now. Tell me why it's like this." Rowan sat on the edge of the table, swaying back and forth. He was drunk. So was I. It reminded me of what happened the last time we both were in the same room drunk. Don't go there, Rory. But why not?We are married, aren't we?I should be able to think whatever naughty and inappropriate thoughts I want to think about my husband and the love of my life. I have a legal document that says that I have the right to do it. It's called our marriage certificate. Then why the hell am I trying to stop myself when I should not be? God, my head hurt!"Tell me why," Rowan said."Ain't nothin' but a heartache..." I sang."Tell me why," He sang back."Ain't nothin' but a mistake...""Tell me why...""I never wanna hear you say...I want it that way." I sang at the top of my lungs with a drumstick as my mic. "Okay, you had your concert. Now tell me the truth." Why does it seem like Rowan is much sober than
___________________________ . . . I mean, even in my drunk state I knew how bad this was going to be. So why am I so surprised? Maybe because I was staring at the face of my slumbering husband, and the many love bites on his neck and the long nail marks on his shoulder. I sighed. We had one hell of a night, didn't we? This should not have happened. We were in the master bedroom, the room from which I had kicked this man out. The audacity of the little bitch to carry me here instead of his own room. I am convinced that he was completely sober, and making a point by doing it. How the hell am I supposed to do the walk of shame from my own room? Where am I supposed to even go? What a bloody mess of things have I made? Rowan stirred in his sleep and I stilled, willing him to stay asleep until I figured out what to know, though it did not look like there was anything I could come up with. But then again, when have things ever gone my way? He woke up. He fluttered his l
_____________________...~~THREE YEARS LATER~~."Can you stay still?" I screamed at my hysterical sister as I fixed her veil. "All the daisies are going to fall off at this rate!""Who invented wedding gowns?" Gabby screeched as she tugged at the tulle of her wedding gown."Oh, the first documented wedding gown was worn in fourteen-o-six by-""No thanks, Miranda." I cut the overenthusiastic wedding planner off.Gabby rolled her eyes. "You know too much." She told the oblivious lady who just grinned as if it was a compliment. It probably is."You okay?" I whispered to her as I fixed the last daisy.Gabby took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, I'm just... nervous.""You're going to marry the love of your life," I said, smiling at her through the mirror. "What's not to be happy about?"Gabby took a deep breath. "It's just... everything is happening so fast. And what if it's not enough?""What do you mean?" I asked, my hand on her shoulder. "You dated him three years before you are marr
____________________..."Oh well, I won't say I didn't see it coming," I murmured as I watched Gabby come out of Eric's room. She froze, trying to run back into the room and bumping into Eric's broad chest in the process. "but I also didn't think the day would come this fast.""What can I say?" Eric laughed as he wrapped his arms around my sister. "I know to woo my woman right.""Well, in my defense, it takes a lifetime of groveling to make up for the kind of mistakes I made." I shrugged, laughing even though I felt a pang in my chest. I had fucked up so bad.Gabby's eyes searched mine. "I know you're sorry.""But is that enough?" I asked, my voice low.Gabby looked at me, understanding in her eyes. "You know she loves you, right?"I nodded. "I know." But love was a fickle thing, and I had learned that the hard way. "But I hurt her, Gabby. Deeply.""And you're going to have to prove it to her," she said, her tone gentle but firm. "Every day. With every action, every word. You need
____________________...I was fixing myself a sandwich after putting Ki to bed when the doorbell rang.Rowan's mom was in the living room, watching TV. "I've got it," I called out as I made my way to the door.Opening it, I was surprised to find Eric standing outside. "What's going on?" I asked, my heart racing.He looked serious, his eyes darting around the hallway before he stepped inside. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low and urgent.Beth looked up from the TV, curiosity piqued. "Everything okay?""I'll handle it," I told her, guiding Eric into the kitchen. "What's going on?"He leaned against the counter, his eyes searching mine. "I found something out about Derek," he began, his tone serious. "It's... it's not good."My heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"Eric took a deep breath. "Derek isn't just obsessed with Rory. He's got a history of stalking and harassment. I found some old police reports."My stomach dropped. "What kind of history?""It goes back years," Eric sa
___________________________..."I still can't believe you didn't tell me about Eric being there in the UK all those weeks!" Gabby was ranting as she did my hair. She repeated the same tale of my betrayal at least once a day. Especially when she wanted something from me."Spit it out." I rolled my eyes. "What do you want from me?"Gabby took a deep breath, her hands stilling in my hair. "I want you to promise me that you'll always tell me the truth, no matter what."I looked at her weirdly in the mirror. "Okay.""And that you will get me an electric blue Porsche." She grinned in the mirror.I snorted. "That sounded like my sister.""You are taking over Dad's position soon. You will have money of your own then. Get with that." I told her as she twisted my hair into an elegant knot."But what about you, Rory?" Gabby's voice turned serious. "What do you want?"I took a deep breath. "I want peace," I said finally. "For all of us."Gabby nodded, her expression thoughtful. "That's all I w
_______________________..."This sucks!" I exclaimed as I watched the expressionless face of Eric Rogers.He looked at me with a glare. "Seriously, dude?""What? It's the truth!" I shot back, pacing the tiny cell. "I've never been in jail before! And now, because of Stacy and Charles, I'm going to have a record!""Charles has said that he will drop the charges." Eric said but I knew there was more to that story."Why?" I asked. "I am sure he would not have done it for free."Charles was never a good person. He was just amazing for me. And as someone who didn't really deserve a good person, I had decided to settle with him. But the dude had cheated even before the relationship had even started. That's what got on my nerves."Does it matter?" Eric sighed. "The procedures will be completed in a few moments and then we can leave."The door to the cell opened, and a female police officer stepped in. She was tall, with stern eyes that scanned me up and down. "Gabriella Lewis, you are fre
_____________________...I fell asleep in Rowan's arms. That much I remember.But when I opened my eyes, I was back in the van.Derek's crazed face loomed over me, the gun pointed directly at my forehead. "You shouldn't have done that, Rory," he whispered, his voice a chilling echo in the confined space.I jolted awake, my heart racing and my breath coming in shallow gasps. The room was dark, the only light coming from the night lamp, casting eerie shadows across the floor. I was in my own bed, in my own apartment, with Rowan sleeping peacefully beside me. But the fear lingered, clinging to me like a second skin.It was just a nightmare, I told myself, over and over again. But the cold sweat on my forehead and the pounding in my chest said otherwise. The image of Derek's furious face, the gun pointed at me, the sound of the shot ringing in my ears—it all felt too real.Rowan stirred beside me, his hand moving to rest on my back. "Rory, you okay?""It was just a bad dream," I whispe
________________________...I scrambled to my feet as soon as I heard the shot.Was it Ophelia? Was she shot trying to save me?I had to save Ophelia if she was still alive.Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I rushed to open the van.I peeked inside. Derek was on the floor, his hand slack around the gun. Ophelia was kneeling beside him, her hands shaking as she tried to stem the flow of blood from his leg."Oh my God, Derek! Is he okay?" I rushed to Ophelia's side."He fainted on impact." Ophelia was crying. "Quick. My phone is in my car outside. Call 9-1-1."I nodded, the shock slowly wearing off. I rushed to the car and got in, using the phone I found in her purse to call the police and ambulance. I gave them Rowan's name and address for them to contact him as well because the phone was locked. When I got back to the van, Derek was regaining consciousness. "Aurora, I think it's better for you to leave now. Give me my phone and get in my car and leave before he wakes up." I sh
_____________________..."Derek?" I was still stumped by the revelation. "Derek, why are you doing this? Is this because of Ophelia?"Derek stepped into the light, his expression cold and unrecognizable. "This isn't about Ophelia, Rory. This is about what you took from me."I stared at him, confusion and fear mingling. "What are you talking about?""You. You took away yourself from me. I had the perfect life planned out for the both of us but you kept going back to that bastard who had the least respect for you.""What are you talking about, Derek? I never even knew you felt like that." I was more stumped by the latest revelation."How would you know?" He let out a humorless chuckle. "You were too wrapped up around Rowan Keller to actually notice other people's feelings.""I'm sorry," I whispered, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice. "But this isn't the way to deal with it. Let me go, and we can talk about this."Derek's eyes narrowed. "You don't get to tell me what to do an
__________________________..."I have a bad feeling about this!" Jake murmured as I tried Rory's number for the nth time."I'm going to the park. Something's off." I told him, my heart racing."Let's go together," Jake offered, his eyes sharp.I nodded, and we sprinted down the escalator of the mall. We had been looking for Ki and Mary here."What if they are not there?" I panted, my legs burning from the run."Then we widen the search," Jake said grimly.We dashed out of the mall into the blinding sunlight, our eyes scanning the bustling street. The park was only a few minutes away, and the tension grew with every second that ticked by."What could have happened?" I whispered to myself, fear for Ki gnawing at my insides. Now Rory was also not picking up the phone.I had a bad feeling about all of this.The park was eerily quiet, not a soul in sight.We reached the parking lot. Something glinting on the ground caught my sight.A phone.Rory's phone.My heart sank. "Jake, look." I p