Hello everyone! To the readers who consistently leave comments on every chapter of this book, know that you all make my day. You make me so excited to write a new chapter, wondering just what your reaction to it would be. I’m so grateful for each and everyone of you. While this book is to give Travis his own happy ending, it’s also a kind of redemption for me. I really really tried to improve on my book’s pacing and plot. Usually, I’d drag certain events without even knowing it but I’ve been putting conscious effort into making sure every chapter has a purpose and moves the story forward steadily. However, I would love to know your sincere thoughts on this book so far. Please leave a comment, telling me in detail what you think. I shall look forward to your responses! Love, Adeola.
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 55 -ELAINE- By the time we pulled into my driveway, the night had transformed into something soft and each moment stretching out like gold thread. Duncan switched off the engine, and for a heartbeat, we sat in silence, comfortable and satiated from dinner. I caught his gaze in
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 54 -ELAINE- I clocked out early from work and prepared for my date with meticulous care. I chose the red dress that previously garnered attention at that party hosted by Duncan for the kids. I made the conscious choice to wear it again, this time for him. The hue always carried a
BOOK 3:CHAPTER 53 -ELAINE- The evening had set in, and it was time for my departure from Duncan’s home. The reason I was rushing home was that Duncan had made a promise to visit my house later. “Don’t leave us, you can stay the night just like you did previously, Elaine,” Amelia insisted, her per
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 52 -ELAINE- I should’ve left right after the cookies. That was the plan but Amelia had other ideas. She held my hand with both of hers, clinging to me like I was the one who anchored her to the world “Please come with us to the bake sale,” she whispered, eyes wide and hopeful. Th
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 51 -ELAINE- After placing my lab coat gently in the passenger seat of the car, I paused for a second, hand lingering on the door. The action felt symbolic, like shedding one skin for another. The cool fabric had been my armor all day, clinical, professional, composed. But now, st
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 50 -ELAINE- “No.” I responded, glaring up at him just as hard as he was glaring down at me. The tension became even more thickened my defiance. Then, Duncan did something totally unexpected. He grabbed me by my wrist and effortlessly pulled me out of my seat. “What are you—” Ja