All Chapters of To Love Again: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I smiled softly as I placed the batter in the oven. Anthony liked to have healthy dessert with every meal, and with how absent he'd been at dinner lately, I wanted him to find everything to his taste.As I wiped my hands clean with a towel, I heard my phone ring. I really didn't have the time for a conversation now, I thought to myself, but changed my mind when I looked at the screen. It was Chloe on a video call.“Hi, Marissa girlll!!” Her voice rang loudly from the other side of the phone, and I cracked a smile.“Hi, Chloe. I'm–”“No! Don't tell me you're busy or any of that stuff. I need you to come with me to Regal tonight.”“Chloe, I can't do that. Anthony is going to be home soon, and I'm trying to put everything in place for him.”She rolled her eyes at my statement.“I saw that.” I said.“Yea? I intended for you to see it.” She drawled.I gave her a look that said I didn't like where this was going, and she rolled her eyes again.“Chloe!!!!”“Okay, okay. Go ahead and choose so

A week later, I walked into what had been my house for three years, and tried to slow down my heartbeat. No matter how hard I tried, I'd never been able to make the place into a home. In the last week, Anthony had called me several times, and threatened me with a divorce if I didn't return to the house. He'd even come to Chloe's door, but she'd called the cops on him. I needed the time to process my thoughts and she'd understood.I'd timed my arrival perfectly knowing that Anthony would be at work now. I needed a few hours of peace before facing him. I'd made up my mind. I wasn't going to leave him, but he had to swear to me that this would never happen again.Chloe had not liked my decision, but there was only so much that she could do. Anthony was my husband. He was flawed, yes, but he was still my husband.With this in mind, I headed straight to the kitchen, kicked my shoes off, and began making dinner. Food made every conversation easier.When the front door opened two hours later

“You!” I yelled, and the man's head shot up.Sitting comfortably behind the desk was the man from the restaurant almost two weeks ago who had knocked me down, and then gone on to tell me to “look after myself” as though I'd told him I was sick.But today, there was no laughter or warmth in his eyes. He looked at me briefly, before asking, “Is anything the problem, Miss Colton?”It was then that I realized it. He didn't recognize me! My God! I'd just almost thrown away an opportunity that I'd spent years hoping for because of a small thing that the man hadn't even remembered.“Not at all, sir. I apologize.” I said, and he motioned me to sit.Then the questions began. Unlike I'd expected, Mr Kingston didn't ask me questions about my academic qualifications or my experience (of which I had none), but he asked me practical questions instead. He asked what I would do in certain practical office situations and listened intently as I struggled to respond to them.“Alright, then, Miss Colton.

Jordan's POVI got out of the backseat of my Chevrolet in a bit of a hurry. I was late as hell, and I was very quite sure what was going on in my mind right now was no joke. I knew that mom would have a lot to say about it. I'd honestly tried to be a bit earlier today, but the work just always seemed so much. I went through the back door of what was known by most as the Kingston mansion, and hurried to my room in a quick rush.I had a quick shower, and donned a black pair of trousers and a grey cashmere sweater. Mom has said it was okay to look a little casual. I tussled my hair, and selected a cologne that the girl from LA last summer had said smelled like home- whatever that meant. It didn't take me any time beyond what I had already planned to use. When I briefly glanced through the time once I was done, I saw that I had only been inside there for ten minutes. As I walked down the stairs and towards the living room, I saw Evangeline's face brighten from her seat at the table. She

Marissa's POVOh, God. Hadn't I been through enough problems in my life? Why did I have to get such a crazy boss on top of everything?A dinner party? We were cancelling a board meeting and an important meeting with potential investors for a dinner party? I was to go with him to his goddamn dinner party?I sighed deeply before responding in a tired voice.“I don't think I want to go to a dinner party with you, sir. However, I will reschedule both of your meetings for this afternoon and let you know the new dates. ““Oh, no, no, no, Marissa. It's not optional. You have to go with me.”I rubbed my fingers over my forehead. I could feel the beginning of a headache. “Why do I have to go, sir?"He seemed taken aback by my question, but he responded still. “Well because I'm going to be meeting a number of my business partners there, and you'll be meeting them too over the next few months. I'd like for you to be familiar with them before then.”His response sounded like it should make sens