Todos los capítulos de Never meant to be: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Isabella -  Usually, whenever I entered Logan's office, he would usually give me that annoying smirk. But today he was sitting at his desk, focused on his laptop, the faint clack of his keyboard filling the room. I cleared my throat. “Good morning,” I began, clutching my planner a little tighter than necessary. Logan glanced up briefly, his dark eyes unreadable. “Morning,” he replied in that deep, annoyingly calm tone of his. “What’s on the agenda?” I rattled off the day’s schedule like a nervous auctioneer. “You have a conference call with the board at ten, a lunch meeting with the marketing team at noon, and the report from the finance department is due by three. I’ve already emailed them to confirm. Also, there’s a request from HR about—” 

Isabella "Umm, did he tell you why we broke up?" I asked them. "Yeah, he said that you were always busy and not giving him enough attention," Trixie replied sympathetically.  “Oh, Isabella, it’s so brave of you to be out and about. I don’t know if I could after... everything. Carlson was so… devoted before, wasn’t he? Always talking about you. It’s a shame how things ended up.” I forced a tight smile, my cheeks aching from the strain. Their words were like tiny daggers aimed straight at my chest. Sympathy, pity—whatever they thought they were offering—it felt more like a subtle way to say, You messed up, and now everyone knows it.The truth was, they weren’t entirely wrong. Carlson had been devoted—once. Before the late nights at work, before the endles

Isabella -I stared at him, utterly exasperated.“Logan,” I began, enunciating each syllable carefully, “are you seriously planning on staying here all night?”He tilted his head, his expression an infuriating mix of amusement and mock innocence. “Are you seriously planning to kick me out in this rain?”I glanced at the window, where the faint drizzle was barely misting the glass. “Rain? You have a car, Logan. It’s not like I’m asking you to trek through the wilderness.”He leaned forward, his grin widening. “Ah, but I made a promise, Bella.”I blinked, caught off guard. “What promise?”“To be your booty call.” He said it so casually, as if he were offering to bring snacks to a picnic.I nearly choked on my own indignation. “Excuse me?!”He chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. "I promised to always be there for you, no matter what. And you liked it last time when we..."I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on. “Stop reminding me of that night."He shrugged, co

Isabella -Logan insisted on driving, which, considering his track record of being annoyingly persistent, wasn’t a surprise. We made small talk on the way, though I was mostly preoccupied, mentally preparing for what lay ahead. Visiting Grandma was always bittersweet, like trying to hug a memory that kept slipping away.The nursing home was quiet as we walked in. Logan carried a small bouquet of flowers he’d insisted on picking up at the last minute.We found Grandma sitting in her favorite armchair near the window, a blanket draped over her lap. She was staring outside at the garden, her expression distant yet peaceful.“Hi, Grandma,” I said softly, kneeling beside her.Her head turned, and for a fleeting moment, I thought she recognized me. But then her expression shifted into one of warm familiarity, and she said, “Amanda! There you are, darling. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.”Amanda—my mother. My chest tightened, but I forced a smile and knelt beside her. “Hi,

LoganIsabella stood up, brushing imaginary crumbs off her jeans, and slung her bag over her shoulder. “Let’s go home,” she said simply, her tone unreadable.I followed her out of the café, my hands shoved deep into my pockets. The air outside was crisp, the sun starting its slow descent, casting long shadows across the pavement. Neither of us spoke as we walked to the car.The drive to her apartment was quiet. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, trying to gauge her mood, but her face was unreadable as she stared out the window, lost in thought.When we finally pulled up to her building, I shifted the car into park and turned to her. She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the door handle but paused, looking at me for the first time since we’d left the café.“Thanks,” she said softly, her voice breaking the silence like a pebble dropped into still water. “For today. I appreciated… everything.”Her words caught me off guard. For a moment, I wasn’t sure how to respond. “It