บททั้งหมดของ Love Rewritten: Chasing Her Back: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

♛ Aurora: I sighed, releasing my grip on the steering wheel as Dmitri and Leon strolled over, looking far too at ease. Trish, on the other hand, was practically vibrating in her seat. I looked around again, and when I noticed there was no sign of Adrian, I released a deep breath. If it’s just the two of them, then we should be able to talk and leave immediately. Easy peasy. “I swear, if they say anything annoying, I’m throwing a coconut at them,” She muttered, reaching for one of the grocery bags. I gave her a look. “We didn’t buy a coconut. And why on earth would you even think about throwing a coconut at someone?” My brows creased. She huffed and puffed out a breath. “Fine. An apple, then.” Before I could respond, Dmitri tapped on my window with a friendly smile, his bright blue eyes staring at me. “Well, well, look who we ran into.” I rolled the window down halfway. “Hey, Dmitri. Leon.” It had been years since I last saw them. And while I had a good relationship

♛ Aurora: My heart dropped to my stomach, and my cutlery fell from my hand, clattering on the plate. I turned to Dmitri, and he was quick to raise his hands in surrender. “I promise you this wasn't planned.” He could be lying, but somehow, I had a feeling he was being honest with me. I simply shook my head and tugged at Trish’s shirt. “Let's leave.” She finally looked up from her meal at the same time Leon did, and it was at that moment they both finally noticed the suddenly still air. “What the hell is he doing here?” Trish didn't hold back, clearly pissed. She threw a displeased look at both Leon and Dmitri. “I knew it wasn't a good idea coming along with you two.” Without another word, I shifted in my seat, picked up my purse, and slid out of the booth. Trish followed. I did well to ignore Adrian’s presence and not turn my gaze to the door where he stood. I didn’t even glance up at him again. Not even when he started walking over to the booth we were standing by.

♛ Aurora: A simple response on handling the situation was what I had wanted and requested from Adrian. A plan, an email, or maybe a short Zoom call on how to handle the situation. Not this. Not something that would involve me standing outside Blueprint Corp. at eleven the next morning. Edward opened the door for me from the outside, and I stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of my blazer. A breath of air escaped my lips. Beside me, Bonnie checked something on her tablet before glancing up at me. “The meeting is supposed to start in three minutes,” She informed me. I nodded, inhaling the warm Monday morning air as my eyes trailed up the neat and bold lettering on the skyscraper. Blueprint. I pressed my lips into a thin line. As far as I remember, I had never been here before… maybe once, probably, and not significant enough that I could easily remember. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to be in his company. It was something he built while we were facing a hard time in our marriage. O

♛ Aurora: I could feel the sharp ringing in my head as I stepped out of his office and he didn't call me back. I didn’t want him to simply whisper my name to himself, or call me the endearments he had always used that have carved themselves to my heart, I wanted him to call me back. And talk to me, regardless of who is around us. It was supposed to be that simple. What on earth could he be keeping to himself that he couldn’t just simply say? Except it was something he didn’t want the media to find out about. I sharply recalled him coughing furiously and painfully at the club that night. Was all this something related to that? I shook my head at the thought. I doubt it was. From then till now I've held to the belief that the reason for the divorce is because the love that was once there somehow wasn’t there again after three years. People usually fall out of love… I just didn’t expect it to be us… Actually, all these didn’t matter anymore. A conflicting emotion seared through m

♞ Adrian: The bed’s getting colder, and she’s still not here. I sit up, dragging a hand down my face, and running a hand over the empty sheets beside me, my fingers brushing over the fabric where she used to sleep. The clock on the nightstand reads at 2:47 AM, reminding me that sleep hasn’t come easy in years. I stared blankly at the ceiling, not realizing how fast the time had gone into the night. I should be used to this by now. It’s been three fucking years. Three years since I signed those divorce papers with my own damn hands. I stare down at my hands… could I just fucking cut them? I believe I should, but then how would I go after Rory when I’m handicapped? I cursed under my breath, recalling every single thing from back then. I told and convinced myself that I was doing the right thing. That she deserved better than a man who might not make it out alive. But I never expected the regret for my actions to feel like this… like a dull knife pressed against my ribs, cutting