Novel-novel oleh Simon Adams

In a haste, she marched towards him.Her heart pounded violently against her chest, each step slightly uneven, almost betraying her urgency. It felt too slow—this walking, this distance. If she could, she would have erased the space between them in a blink.As the gap closed, her eyes flickered past him.There was someone behind him—a woman—surrounded, almost swallowed by a cluster of people waving documents, voices overlapping, pressing in on her from every angle. The woman looked like she was trying to escape, but they kept closing in, choking her space.Matilda paused for the briefest second.That doesn’t concern me.Her gaze snapped back to him. To this moment.Nothing else mattered.Before she even realized it, she was right in front of him.Her hands stretched out—bold, deliberate, braver than she felt.“Hey.”He looked up from his phone, slightly startled.“Hey.”“Do you remember me?” she asked quickly, a smile forming—half confidence, half nerves.She could handle this. She al

She stepped out of the bathroom.A towel wrapped around her chest—barely holding.It struggled against her curves, refusing to stay in place, leaving her thighs and legs exposed as she moved.Jerald’s eyes followed her.Silent.Unblinking.She didn’t notice.Or maybe… she chose not to.She walked straight into the closet.Moments later, she emerged in a gray gown—elegant, fitted, effortless.A model.Every inch of her.“How do I look?” she asked, stepping out confidently.Silence.No response.She frowned slightly.“Jerald?”The room was empty.Just the low hum of the AC…A few clothes scattered on the bed…Stillness.She turned slowly, scanning the room.Nothing.Her steps grew quicker as she moved toward the door.She tried the handle.Locked.Her breath hitched.But… I locked this last night…A flicker of unease crept in.She stood there, frozen for a second.Then—“Yeah… that’s what I’m talking about.”His voice.Behind her.She spun around.“Where were you?” Her voice carried a m

He drove home—lonely, absurdly so. The car felt too big… and somehow suffocatingly small at the same time. His thoughts cut through him—sharp, relentless. The threat. The confusion. The tension waiting for him at home. His marriage… hanging by a thread. Not one problem. Not two. But a storm of them. And worse— that hidden secret. The one no one knew about. The one even he refused to believe was real. He exhaled deeply, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “What a mess I am…” The words tasted bitter. The thought of going home haunted him. “I can’t face her now… What would I even say?” Without thinking, he turned— taking the road that led to his office instead. Work. That was safer. He buried himself in it— numbers, calls, distractions—anything to feel normal again. Anything to feel… lighter. The next morning. 11:35 a.m. “I’m sorry…” Her voice trembled. “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you… the trauma… the stress… all of it. Believe me, I never intended

The lady in the blue scrubs…He let out a loose, drunken laugh.“Hahahaha…”“She looked… very beautiful, you know,” Jerald muttered, his words slurring into each other. “If it were me, I wouldn’t just see such beauty and ignore it. I’d… I’d want to be part of her life.”His head rested heavily against the car seat, eyes half-open, half-lost. His tongue struggled to form words properly—caught somewhere between sleep and intoxication.“And she seems… calm-headed too,” he added softly. “The kind that won’t stress you… won’t trouble you, especially with the nature of your work.”Jonathan kept his eyes on the road, silent.a great relieve washed down his spine his heart was trying to breath normal again.for a moment he lost it earlier he was drown in his thoughts seeing a lady in his office ofcourse something like that happened but it was not. recently and to the best of his knowledge he knows no one knows about what happened with the the lady ( woman) at his office. Jerald suddenly lift

Swiftly, Jonathan stood up from the bed.The urgency in his movement said everything.No hesitation.No second thoughts.He walked straight to the wardrobe, pulling out a polo shirt and a pair of jeans. His hands moved fast—almost mechanical—as he dressed.His mind wasn’t in the room anymore.“I’m coming… let me check for him,” he said quickly, his voice tight as he rushed out of the bedroom.His wife watched him leave.wait where exactly are you going to check for him how sure are you that his not home already or heading home?she echoed with a loud voice Jonathan already down stair I will know where to find him just let me go. Silent her eyes followed him.to the door Questions forming.Growing.Jonathan didn’t stop.Down the stairs.Out the door.Car keys already in his hand.He got into the car, started the engine immediately, and pulled out of the compound in one swift motion.As he drove, his thoughts began to scatter.Where could he be at this hour?He picked up his phone a

Jonathan felt it again—That crushing wave.Full force.with no time to react whatsoever.EmotionallyPsychologicallyRelentless. he has to pick the call infact he must pick the call or stand to answer his wife's question on who was that. and possibly a check on the contact that has called repeatedly and yet he did not want to pick.and then it is another woman.not just another woman but the same Matilda. from his friends past. For a second, he thought of stepping out.Taking the call somewhere else.Away from the room.Away from his wife.But no—That would raise suspicion.Too obvious. it would make her question the call Too dangerous. I can't afford to tell her anything now I don't know how to say anything right now. His heart pounded violently against his chest as he quickly reduced the call volume.His fingers trembled.Uncontrollably.Like someone struck by cold.Or fear.Or both.Slowly—He lifted the phone to his ear.Silence. he said nothing after picking the call he w