We continued to drive in silence, and then I noticed that we were taking a turn towards his house. I glanced at him, feeling a bit puzzled."Why are we heading to your house?" I inquired, my curiosity getting the better of me.He smirked, glancing at me briefly before returning his gaze to the road. "I want to impress my date."I chuckled at his response, a mixture of surprise and amusement bubbling within me. "Impress your date, huh? I guess I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in store."Lucas flashed me a confident grin as he parked the car in the driveway of his impressive mansion. "I promise you won't be disappointed."He got out of the car and quickly came over to open my door, extending his hand to help me out. I took it graciously, stepping out of the vehicle with a playful smile."Chivalry isn't dead, is it?" I teased as we walked towards the entrance of his grand home.Lucas chuckled. "Not when you're around."Walking into his house, a sense of excitement and anticipa
Lucas pov:I enjoy our daily routine now. We work in the office in the morning, and in the evening, we either go to her place or mine for dinner and maybe watch a movie. After meeting Olivia, my life took an unexpected turn, one filled with laughter, love, and a newfound sense of purpose. She waltzed into my world like a breath of fresh air, bringing with her a warmth and light that I didn't know I was missing. With her by my side, every day feels like an adventure, and every moment brims with possibility. Olivia has a way of effortlessly melting away the barriers I've spent years building, replacing them with a sense of vulnerability and connection that I never knew I craved. Each morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, I found myself eagerly anticipating the day ahead. Stepping into the bustling office, I was greeted by the familiar reassuring presence of Olivia by my side. Together, we navigated through meetings, deadlines, and endless meetings. Olivia's unwavering support an
I woke up to the sound of Olivia's phone ringing. She was already asleep beside me, her soft breathing filling the room with a sense of calm. As I reached over to silence the incessant ringing, I noticed the caller ID – an unfamiliar number.A jolt of curiosity surged through me as I hesitated, wondering who could be calling at this hour. Should I answer? Ignore it? I glanced at Olivia, her peaceful expression betraying no hint of the turmoil that lay beneath the surface of our relationship.Taking a deep breath, I pressed the answer button, my hand trembling slightly as I held the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper."Is Olivia there?" a man's voice came through the line, unfamiliar and yet oddly familiar.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Uh, no, she's asleep. Can I take a message?" I managed to reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the racing of my heart."This is Simon, her fiancé. Could you please let her know I called?" he said, his
The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows, creating a cocoon of anonymity that I desperately needed. I slumped onto a barstool, feeling the weight of my sorrow and confusion press heavily upon me. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke, a fitting backdrop for my current state of mind.I howled at the waiter, my voice rough and edged with desperation. "Keep serving me your strongest drink," I demanded, my words slurred with a mix of anger and sadness. The bartender nodded, not questioning my obvious distress, and poured me a glass of something amber and potent.I took a long, burning swig, the alcohol searing a path down my throat. I wasn't sure if it was to my liking, but I didn't care. My taste was peculiar tonight, just like the tangled mess of emotions inside me. Olivia's deception gnawed at my mind like a relentless parasite. She had hidden something monumental from me, and now I couldn't fathom who she had been cheating with exactly. Was it t
The accident took a toll on me but most of all leaving behind all alone is worse because your soulmate thought of you as a burden. So he did the best he could do. He ran away the first chance he got. That bastard not only broke my heart but also left with all my savings and stole my car for which I still have to pay installments because it's in my name. I thought I was broken after my accident but when he didn't come to see me I realized it hurt more than broken bones. I wish he had come to me and told me how he felt about my accident. I know doctors said my walking skills could hinder forever or the tremble in my hand could turn worse but I believed in myself. I knew I could make it but I guess he didn't believe in 'me' or in 'us' anymore. Six months later; "I am going to New York," I told my parents once I recovered from several physiotherapy sessions. A little tremor in my left hand was all left from my past. But I have come to terms with it. I know I can't give up just becau
Olivia’s Pov: I stepped out of the cab and curiously looked around at the bustling city streets. It was my first day in a new city and I couldn't help feeling both excited and nervous. I took a deep breath and looked up at the tall buildings that surrounded me, their glass facades reflecting the early morning light. I had always dreamed of living in a big city, and now that dream was finally coming true. I walked down the sidewalk, I could see people hurrying to work, coffee in one hand and briefcase in the other. I wondered what was going through their minds, are they happy? or are they still rushing towards their job because that's the best suitable thing to do? The sound of car horns and chatter filled the air, and I felt a sense of energy and excitement that I had never experienced before. I was wearing a knee-length black skirt with a white blouse tucked in, paired with simple black heels. My long brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and with minimal makeup. I dre
Oliva pov: I stood up and straightened my dress, felt a sharp pain in my ankle, and I couldn't help but wince in discomfort. The silence in the meeting room was deafening as everyone stared at me, waiting for my next move. I felt like I was under a microscope. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to hide the pain and sat down on the nearest seat as the meeting proceeded. I felt mortified and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. My first instinct was to run away and hide, but I couldn't. Despite the embarrassment and pain, I sat quietly and tried to understand the meeting. As the meeting progressed, I could see a man’s constant gaze on me, and my first thought was he was beautiful. I felt increasingly self-conscious and struggle to concentrate on the discussion. I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone might be judging me, especially the brown-eyed man who is still looking at me. After the meeting ended, I took a moment to compose myself and gather my t
Olivia pov: I finally found a moment to sit down at my desk and relax for a while. The chair felt comfortable against my back as I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes. I know I have to work on the file but for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and allowed myself to simply relax. before I start working again. I looked at my ankles to see if they are swelling because I wasn't in that much pain like I was before but thank God it was nothing, just a little discomfort. I picked up my phone to see if there were any messages from my family, there was one message from Mum asking if I settled and how was my first day going. Should I tell her how many times today I have thought about returning? Or should I tell her how I felt when I landed in New York because I think she might not be happy to hear that I felt relieved, felt like I could breathe again? I finally felt that running from my past was the best decision because I couldn't stay there anymore and relive every memory, every day of