All Chapters of A One Night Stand To Remember: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sapphire's POVThe news of Jade regaining consciousness after 5 long years of being in a vegetative state was like the first brush of cool wind in the peak of summer, like the first ray of sun peeking through on a particularly dark day. It was like a sweet tune unexpectedly dancing in the air when you're feeling your lowest, a ray of hope when you're lost at sea, so to speak.In my ears, the news was the sweetest melody ever played, better than the first rays of sunshine after a long terrible winter or hearing the most beautiful songbird's chirp after a five–year silence. I was elated as I rushed out of my house and flagged down the very first cab I could find. I found myself feeling lighter than I'd felt in ages, as if a huge load had been taken off my shoulders, a burden I'd been carrying for half a decade now suddenly lifted.Like a dream, the colours around me seemed brighter and more vivid. They were celebrating along with me. My heart pounded in my chest louder than a drum in an

Eric's POVThe first thing I saw the moment I opened my eyes was my tigress' beautiful face. Fuck! This woman was perfect, beautiful, flawless and 100% mine. It had been almost three months since we'd been apart and now, seeing her right there next to me, I felt high. Yeah, she was my drug and I was addicted to her, addicted to the way her lips tasted like honey, addicted to the way her body wrapped around mine perfectly, addicted to the way she made me feel complete.I could hardly believe it, after all that time we were away from each other, after all that hell we both went through, she was in my bed again, our bed. And she was mine again. I ran my fingers through her thick hair as she smiled at me with that smile that took my breath away each time. How did I get so fucking lucky? Even with her hair messy from the wild night we had, she still looked like an angel.Sapphire suddenly straddled me and I felt her naked body against mine, the heat between our bodies was enough to start a

Eric's POVThe speed with which I raced to the hospital was unmatched by anything I'd ever done before. It was indescribable and sure as hell would've put a gymnast to shame. It was barely 9:00 am and here I was speeding past every damn car on the road. Every traffic light was a torment, every car in my way a personal offense. My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest, echoing the same two words over and over–not Sapphire.The news I received shattered me to my core—she had been found unconscious in the woods, her dress torn and worst of all, she had been raped. My wife had been fucking raped! Fuck! I was in pain, furious and mad at the whole damn world as I drove. I cursed everything and tears stung my eyes. I nearly ran my car into the hospital entrance, screeching to a halt just in time. I didn't bother to park properly. I left it right there, half on the pavement, half on the road."Mr Donovan!" A nurse recognized me as I sprinted through the corridors, barely hearing her over

Sapphire’s POV“Are you sure you don’t want me to come over?” Jamila asked me, her voice as soft and sweet as ever.I shook my head as if she could see me, my grip on my phone loosening. “No, you don’t have to. I’ll be fine, really.”“Really?”“Yes,” I answered. “I just want to be alone today.”“Oh yeah? And what would you be doing at home today?”I shrugged and said, a little bit unsure, “The usual.”“What’s that? Wallowing in your misery?”I let out a very long, deep sigh and closed my eyes for a moment. “No,” I mouthed, staring into space for what felt like a minute. “I’ll probably…read a book or…watch a movie or better yet…”Jamila saw right through my bullshit and quickly cut me off, “Yeah right. We both know you’ll probably just be lying in bed, staring at the ceiling all day.”“Alright, you caught me,” I uttered in defeat. “But that isn’t such a bad idea, is it?”Jamila let out a sympathetic sigh on the other end of the line. “You know, you don't have to go through this alone.

Sapphire’s POV“And where the hell do you think you’re going?” Eric asked, staring so fixedly at me, watching my every move.I didn’t answer him. We were only going to just fight again and say hurtful things to each other. I wasn’t in the mood for that. I just wanted peace and quiet and to be away from him. These days, all we ever did was fight over the same issue. It was exhausting and draining whatever little bit of sanity I had left.With my pillow clutched under my arm and a blanket pressed to my chest, I headed for the door, not bothering to answer Eric’s question. What was the need to anyway? He’d been acting like he didn’t care about me ever since the first we had the fight about my pregnancy. And what’s worse? He didn’t touch me or made a move to since we got the news of my pregnancy.He must have thought I was dirty, filthy and disgusting. He probably considered me to be some kind of damaged goods. And if he didn’t think so earlier, he sure as hell did now just seeing me walk