All Chapters of To Love Again: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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.