LOGINColin folded his arms. “You wanted to tell me something. What was it?”To Colin’s surprise, Noah didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he started smiling.The kind of smile that looked so foolishly happy it was almost offensive.Colin stared at him. “Why do you look like that?”Noah looked away for a second, then back at him, still grinning. “Because unlike you, I actually finished my conversation.”Colin’s eyes widened. “No.”Noah nodded once. “Yes.”“Don’t joke.”“I’m not joking.” Noah sat up straighter despite the pain it clearly caused him. “Miranda and I talked. About everything. And…” He let the suspense hang for a second just to annoy him. “We’re dating now.”Colin went completely still. Then: “You’re lying.”“I’m not.”“She agreed?”“She did.”“She agreed to be with you?” Colin asked again, unbelieving. Noah grabbed a pillow and threw it weakly at him. “Why are you making it sound impossible?”“Because she was supposed to keep rejecting you.”Noah looked deeply pleased with him
By the time Colin woke up the next morning, his entire body felt like it had been borrowed and returned in poor condition.His shoulder was stiff, his ribs protested every breath, and the couch had done absolutely nothing to help matters. He lay still for a moment, eyes half-open, staring at the ceiling as fragments of the night before came rushing back one by one.Melissa.Her confession.That kiss.And then his own cowardly retreat.Colin shut his eyes again and groaned softly. What the hell had he done?He turned his head toward the bed.It was empty.The sheets were slightly rumpled, but Melissa was gone. She had left quietly, probably before dawn, probably to spare both of them the awkwardness of having to face each other after what had happened. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. He pushed himself upright slowly, wincing as pain rippled through his side.A neatly folded blanket sat at the foot of the couch. On the bedside table was a glass of water and his pain medica
Melissa's breath hitched at his words. Slowly, she moved toward the bed. Colin shifted to make room, and she lowered herself carefully onto the mattress, keeping a respectful distance between them at first. The silence that followed was thick, charged with everything they hadn't said but should say. “I thought this was supposed to be a cuddle, not just sharing a bed,” Colin said after a while. Melissa nodded, then she shifted closer, hesitating before finally resting her head against his shoulder. He stiffened for a fraction of a second, then relaxed, his arm coming around her with a gentleness that made her heart ache."Am I… hurting you?" she whispered. "Your injuries?""No," Colin replied, his voice steady. "You're not."He then shifted even closer to wrap his hand around her. “Ahhh,” he exhaled. “That feels much like it.”Another stretch of silence passed before Melissa found the courage to speak again."I'm really sorry," she said softly. "About what happened with Richard.
Miranda’s breath caught in her throat.For a heartbeat, she couldn’t speak. The weight of his question, so simple, so devastatingly direct, hung between them, heavier than any grand declaration could have been. She saw the hope in his eyes, raw and unguarded, and something inside her that had been twisted tight with fear and doubt finally, quietly, unknotted.Her dad was right. She needed to stop thinking about the outcome; she just needed to follow her heart. She hesitated, just for a moment. Then a smile broke across her face. Noah’s face lit up with a grin so bright it could rival the morning sun. “Is that a yes?” Miranda’s smile didn’t fade. She nodded affirmatively. Noah immediately tried to leverage himself upright, hissing through his teeth as his ribs protested the movement.“Wait… does that mean we’re official? Right now? Like, boyfriend-girlfriend official? Can I tell Colin? Clara, everyone?”Miranda laughed, the sound light and bubbling up from somewhere deep. She rea
Mr. Jones led Miranda into his study, closing the door behind them to shut out the rest of the house. He gestured for her to sit, then settled into the chair across from her, his expression grave.For a long moment, he simply studied his daughter: the tension in her shoulders, the way she avoided his eyes, the exhaustion carved into her features.“Miranda,” he began gently, “I want you to be honest with me. What are your feelings for Noah?”Miranda stiffened. She’d expected this and dreaded it, and yet the directness still caught her off guard. She looked down at her hands, folded tightly in her lap.“I won’t do it,” she said, her voice defensive. “I won’t be an intruder in Noah’s life. I met his fiancée today… she’s great. A partner his family has chosen for him. I refuse to be the person who comes between that. I won’t be the reason his family falls apart or the reason he ends up in some scandal. I…”“That’s not what I asked,” Mr. Jones interrupted quietly.Miranda faltered.“I did
“It’s nothing, Mom,” Colin said quickly, perhaps a fraction too quickly. He let out a strained groan, leaning heavily on his cane to sell the performance. “Did he do anything to you?” Mrs Jones probed further. “Tell me, I’ll fight for you, okay?” Colin caught Melissa’s eye, giving her a subtle, pleading look to play along.Melissa cleared her throat, stepping forward to loop her arm gently through his. “Not at all, mom. The weight of the situation is just down on me. And..." She pointed to Colin. “He’s also exhausted. The doctors said he needs to lie down immediately. I’ll help him upstairs now.”Mrs. Jones looked between them, her maternal intuition clearly not buying the sudden shift in dynamics, but she didn't press further. “Alright. Just make sure he rests.”The walk up the grand staircase was suffocatingly awkward. Neither of them spoke, the silence between them heavy with the weight of the morning’s brutal confrontation and the sudden, forced proximity. When they finally
Miranda stepped out of the car slowly, adjusting her sunglasses as she lifted her gaze to the building in front of her.The store was precisely what she expected.Glass walls.Polished floors.Security stationed at every entrance.Luxury... the kind she has never experienced, not even by mistake, a
Miranda stopped trying to measure time.At some point, her body adjusted to the stillness. The silence no longer felt loud; it felt… expected. Like this room, this emptiness was now part of her reality.She sat curled against the wall, her knees drawn slightly to her chest, her head resting back.F
Adrian Cole did not come home that night.By morning, Miranda Jones understood something worse than abandonment had taken place.He had already moved on.The night dissolved into dawn without him, the hours stretching hollow and impersonal inside the penthouse. The city outside remained awake, rest
Eight days.That was all that remained of the marriage Miranda Cole had once believed would last a lifetime. Eight days before the legal structure holding her to Adrian dissolved. Eight days before, she was no longer his wife in any sense that mattered.Just eight days.There had been a time when







