LOGINNEAH’S POVI stared blankly into space, wondering if fixing our relationship was still the right thing to do when it continued falling apart little by little. I really wanted to support him and his dreams. I kept convincing myself that one day, he would finally stop being so busy. But as time passed, it felt like we were only growing farther and farther away from each other.If he finally became the CEO of the company he worked so hard for, would he still have time for me? Or would he become even busier because of the heavier responsibilities that came with it?I took a sip of the coffee Mom had made for me earlier. It had already gone cold. The steam was long gone. I kept trying to understand him, but for how long was I supposed to keep doing this? How long was I supposed to endure everything and keep hoping he would eventually make it up to me? That someday, all the things consuming his time would finally come to an end?“Neah, Dave’s here.” I heard Mom’s voice from behind me. I did
DAVE’S POVI wrapped up the meeting as quickly as I could. Glancing at the time, I knew I could still make it to mine and Neah’s anniversary celebration. I was about to leave when Monica, my secretary, suddenly blocked my way.“Sir, you can’t leave yet. Your car tire blew out.”“What?” I asked in disbelief. I ran a hand down my face in frustration. Why now? Why did this have to happen when I was in such a hurry?“How did that even happen? I just had my car checked last week. The tires were replaced too,” I asked, confused, even though I knew Monica couldn’t possibly have the answer when we had both been inside the conference room the entire time.“I don’t know either, sir.” I let out a deep sigh.“Book a car,” I ordered. I reached into my suit and pants pockets for my phone, but it wasn’t there. “Where’s my phone?” I asked, turning to Monica. She immediately pulled my phone out of her bag and handed it to me. I checked to see if Neah had sent a message or called, but there was nothing
NEAH’S POVWhen I returned to our table, I immediately noticed the tension in Dave’s expression. A strange sense of dread slowly crawled into my chest. I didn’t know why, but suddenly, I was terrified of what he was about to say.His attention was fixed entirely on his phone. He didn’t even notice me approaching until I cleared my throat softly and sat down across from him.“Love,” he murmured quietly. I gave him a faint smile, pretending not to notice the uneasiness written all over his face. What happened while I was gone? Did someone call him? Was it work again?“What happened?” I asked calmly. I wanted to believe he wouldn’t ruin this night. We had only just started trying to fix our marriage. I didn’t want to feel again that his work still mattered more to him than I did. He let out a deep breath. But he still couldn’t look directly into my eyes. I could tell he was hesitating, unsure whether he should say what was on his mind.“Dave,” I called softly.“We have an emergency meeti
DAVE’S POV“Sir, the investors are waiting.”I didn’t answer Monica immediately. I simply stared at the time on my watch.6:12 PM.Before, time never mattered to me. I didn’t care if meetings ended at dawn as long as the work got done. But now… Someone was waiting for me at home again. And this time, I didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes.I stood up and closed the folder in front of me.“We’ll continue tomorrow,” I said coldly. The entire boardroom froze.“Sir?” one of the investors called out in surprise. “The proposal hasn’t been finalized yet.”“It can wait.”I didn’t bother explaining further and immediately walked out of the conference room. Behind me, I could feel everyone’s stunned stares. Before, I was the kind of man willing to sleep in the office just to finish work. But not anymore. Because for the first time in years…I wanted to go home.As I drove home, my grip tightened on the steering wheel when I remembered the date.October 14.It was our anniversary today. Neah
NEAH’S POVThree weeks had passed, yet every single day, Dave still came to my parents’ house to win me back. Ever since we buried our child, I had never returned to the home we once shared. I wanted to heal. Somehow, the thought of stepping back into that house terrified me because all I would remember were the days when I was still pregnant… when our baby was still with me.I looked at Dave and the flowers and food he carried in his hands, as though any of those things could undo what had happened to us. To our family. To our child. To our marriage. A bitter smile tugged at my lips when I noticed the white roses he brought again. Every time I saw them, I was reminded of the night I lost my baby. The day I buried our child alone.Quietly, I stood up and walked out of the living room.“Neah,” he called after me, but I didn’t look back.I went straight to my mother’s garden and sat on the old swing.Even now, everything still felt painfully fresh in my mind. Losing my child still hurt
NEAH’S POVThree days after we lost our child, I sat silently in front of a tiny white coffin. It was so small. Far too small to hold the reality that a life had once existed there. I clutched the ultrasound photo tightly in my hands while tears streamed endlessly down my face. I no longer knew how many hours I had been sitting there.I couldn’t leave.It felt as though the moment I stood up and walked away… I would truly be leaving our baby behind. Behind me, I could hear the hushed murmurs of people. Friends. Relatives. People who pitied us. But none of them came near me. Because they all knew there was only one person I was waiting for.Dave.I squeezed my eyes shut when my gaze drifted toward the wall clock.Two hours late.I didn’t know why a part of me still hoped he would come. That maybe this time.He would choose us.Suddenly, a woman approached me and gently rested a hand on my shoulder.Dave’s mother.She looked as elegant as ever, but her eyes remained cold as she stared a







