All Chapters of Dealing With Love... : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Pain makes the heart weak,It breaks from the inside,It could cloud our judgment,And break lovers apart...©Oluwatoyosi Precious POV Pain. All I felt was pain. All I remembered was pain. My heart was broken all over again, my body was waging a war against my mind. I couldn't think straight and all I saw was darkness. I pushed myself to the limit, telling myself there was light after this. My body was in pain yet I struggled to keep moving. And then it was like there was a door. Pushing it open, I forced myself to open my eyes and I was hit with light. I fluttered my eyes open, blinking furiously to adjust to the light in the room. It was painted cream and I could hear a beeping sound to my right. I heard voices and I turned my head to where the sound is coming from. I saw Funke, Joel, Rose, and Ethan's dad. "Funke" her head whipped to my side even though my voice was slightly lower than a whisper. "Ife, oh God thank you. You’re awake, I'm so happy" sh

We think what we want to think,We say what we want to say,We love who we want to love,But does our heart and brain go with it?©Oluwatoyosi Precious POV "Is there anything else you need?" Ethan asked me as he went to the door to get the wheelchair. My legs were still wobbly, so I had to either use these or crutches. And to think that after a week, I would have been able to move properly. "No, just want to get out of this place" I replied honestly. I've had enough of the hospital smell and food. I wanted to go home and eat and just sleep on my comfortable bed. At least, we were leaving now. "Okay then let's go" I nodded and moved myself to sit on the wheelchair but it was hard considering I couldn't walk properly. Ethan came to my side and picked me up without a fuss and placed me in the wheelchair. I muttered thanks and a sigh of relief. I was finally leaving this place. Ethan wheeled me to his car, and I remembered when Funke told me she wasn't going to pick me up cause

I had thought my life would hold so many surprises but meeting a billionaire, falling in love with him when I came to New York to get away from my past, being heartbroken by this billionaire once, then being kidnapped and hurt by the man I have finally thought, I'd grow old with, was not a part of my plan. But we don't always get what we want. I remember telling Ethan that I didn't want to get broken again, and I was scared of falling in love with someone out of my league but I guess life had other plans. The pain I felt during the kidnap was bearable but whenever I thought of how Ethan couldn't believe me, someone he claimed to love just broke me. Yes, a relationship needs love but trust is required as a foundation as well. We might love someone and not trust them but the two needs to be balanced. "Liya, it's not that I don't want to give him a chance. It's just I can't forget all he said. He hurt me Liya. Granted he never laid a finger on me but his words were more than a sla

Promises are meant to be broken,The ones that who keep theirs, are they Fools?...Promises are meant to be kept,The ones that break them, are they Wise?.© OluwatoyosiPrecious POVWriter's block!That was the only way I could explain my lack of concentration and loss of ideas. I've been rereading the same line of my book for a few minutes and I was getting frustrated. That was why I was sitting on the floor of my living room exasperated. I huffed and stood up to get a snack. The house was empty. Funke had to go out for God knows what and, since I was stuck here, I thought I'd write something but as things were going now, I couldn't even come up with ideas.I got to the kitchen and took four slices of bread and spread butter on them. I grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and went back to the parlor. This was my last day in New York and I thought I'd just stay home. Everyone had come and said their goodbyes but I hadn't seen him at all. Although I was not ready to face him, I th

Leaving doesn't mean one is a coward,Sometimes, it's just good to take a break.© Oluwatoyosi Precious POVI woke up in my fairly cleared-out room. I had fallen asleep packing my things, or at least what I needed. I didn't have it in me to pack everything, as some part of me knew I was going to come back, I just didn't know when. I sighed and threw the covers off me, folding them neatly I kept them in my wardrobe, and now, my bed was bare. I didn't have a pillow because I didn't like using one. Sighing again, I got on my knees and did my morning prayer. Once I was done, I went into the bathroom and washed. I stepped out after my bath and picked out my clothes which consisted of fitted blue jeans with a plain white tee-shirt and wore it. I didn't apply any makeup just powder and lip gloss.I gasped when I looked at the time, it was past noon and our plane leaves at 3 pm. I rushed out of my room barefoot to see Funke steadying her three suitcases by the kitchen counter. I snickered